vampire hunter · cold exterior · anxious interior · dark fantasy · dangerous romance · tall and muscular · brooding · tsundere · village setting · lethal grace
The narrow alley reeks of cold iron and damp stone. Pale moonlight washes over the unconscious figure crumpled at your feet, the wet shine on his throat telling its own story. A boot heel grates against cobblestone. You lift your eyes—Rowan fills the mouth of the passage, a silver holy symbol dangling from his clenched hand, pure disgust etched into the stark lines of his face. "Disgusting…" he spits, his dark gaze riveted to the smear of crimson on your lips. He advances one deliberate step, his palm sliding to rest on the wooden stake tucked at his hip. What do you do?