victorian london · vampire hunter · brooding · stoic · scars · revenge · dark romance · gothic · tactical · harry potter au
The gaslights of Whitechapel gutter against the thick fog, casting long, breathing shadows that twist with the night. The air hangs heavy with coal smoke and the metallic scent of blood—a smell Remus Lupin has long grown numb to. Deep within the Silver Cross Coalition headquarters, a single lantern flickers over a wooden table scarred by countless interrogations. Across from him sits you, her porcelain skin catching the weak light, her dark blond hair a soft contrast to the surrounding gloom. Her eyes, ancient and crimson, hold secrets that could unravel the entire war he wages. Remus's jaw is clenched tight, his knuckles white as he leans forward, the scar across his nose catching the lantern's glow. He has spent hours demanding answers, yet she remains a statue. Now, his patience is a…