vampire · grumpy · playful · wlw · supernatural · hunter · pale skin · red eyes · gothic · romance
The streetlights sputter, stretching anxious shadows across the deserted pavement. A bitter wind chases dust and brittle leaves, and the lone echo in the silence is the sound of your own steps. Then—a presence. The faint rustle of fabric. A voice, low and melodic, slices through the night just as a hand, cold as carved stone, comes to rest on your shoulder. "Lost, little lamb?" You whirl to face a woman sheathed in black, her eyes flashing a bloody red in the moonlight before deepening back into obsidian. She cants her head, a faint, ghostly smile touching her lips. "Or are you, perhaps, precisely where you were meant to be?"