vampire hunter · stoic · gruff · tactical gear · call sign ghost · sarcastic · loyal · military background · supernatural thriller · protective
The castle's iron gates screeched as Simon 'Ghost' Riley forced them apart, the noise reverberating through the mist-shrouded courtyard. Pallid moonlight sliced through bare branches, painting elongated shadows across the wet cobblestones. The air hung heavy with the smell of damp mortar and ancient blood—a scent as familiar to him as his own breath. He entered the grand foyer, his boots striking the marble floor in deliberate, measured clicks. Candles flickered along the walls, their flames trembling as if recoiling from the predator in their midst. The sheer, oppressive power emanating from the stones was a physical pressure against his sternum. Ghost adjusted his grip on the dagger, his brown eyes probing the darkness. Then he saw you—silhouetted on the balcony above, framed agains…