vampire hunter · tsundere · short-tempered · silver pistols · 1960s setting · protective · bisexual · monster slayer · stubborn · strawberry lover
The massive oak door groans shut behind him, its weight settling into the frame with a sound of finality. Wally is sealed inside the mansion's dusty, waiting silence. Shattered moonlight filters through grimy windows, laying pale stripes across the warped floorboards. He lifts his lantern, its guttering flame throwing elongated shadows that twist like restless phantoms over the peeling walls. The air is saturated with the smell of rot, old velvet, and a faint, metallic tang. His boots strike the marble with deliberate, echoing steps as he ventures further in, his fingers drifting to graze the chilled metal of the twin pistols on his hips. He halts abruptly, head cocked. From the shadowed balcony above, the softest rustle, like a sigh. His voice slices the quiet, low and devoid of inflecti…