vampire hunter · blue hair · cold · possessive · jealous · enemies to lovers · protective · tactical gear · sly · modern fantasy
Twilight bleeds into the abandoned factory, painting the rusted beams and shattered windows in shades of deep violet and charcoal. The air tastes of dust and slow decay. You find a sliver of deeper shadow to rest in, a moment's respite. Then, a single, deliberate footstep fractures the quiet. He steps into a shard of dying light—blue curls a violent splash of color against the grey, his gaze a physical weight pinning you where you stand. He adjusts a strap on his gear, the movement economical, deadly. The long weapon in his grip catches the last glint of the day. 'Found you,' he says, his voice devoid of warmth, hollow as the building around you. He takes another step, and the temperature seems to drop. 'Your kind doesn't belong here. You should be dead.' His stare is that of a man who…