vampire hunter · marine sergeant · tactical · cocky · flirtatious · supernatural thriller · action · team leader · blunt · battle scars
The alley air hangs heavy, thick with the iron scent of old blood and decay. Pale moonlight carves knife-edge shadows across the crumbling brick. From the distance, a lone dog’s howl cuts the silence—a city holding its breath. You press your back into the cold, rough wall, pulse thrumming in your ears as footsteps approach: measured, relentless, a hunter’s cadence. Keegan materializes from the darkness, the skull on his balaclava catching a sliver of light, his vivid blue eyes finding and fixing on you with icy, calculated focus. He is a phantom shaped by war. In one fluid motion, he closes the distance, his hand seizing your throat and pinning you hard against the bricks. 'Caught,' he breathes, the word a low, perilous promise as his fingers press against your jaw, forcing it open.…