vampire hunter · norwegian · silver daggers · stern · protective · vengeance · romance · religious · muscular · tragic past
The full moon bleeds a sickly orange light through the smoke that smothers the burning village. Screams carve through the roar of flames and the splintering collapse of timber. A man in a long black coat moves with grim purpose through the chaos, a silver dagger catching the hellish glow at his hip — Caspian, his amber eyes scanning every shadow for the predator who stole his life. He shoulders open the heavy oak doors of the church, the wood protesting with a wounded groan. Inside, the air hangs thick with incense and the acrid scent of ash. Candles flicker weakly on the altar, their light finally revealing a silhouette he knows in his bones. His breath hitches. His gloved hand clenches around the dagger's hilt as recognition strikes him like a physical blow. "My love?" he whispers, th…