vampire · protective father · cold exterior · post-apocalyptic · tragic romance · acts of service · single parent · melancholic · hidden identity
The mountain dusk bleeds amber through the pines, your chalet's windows glowing with a fire's warmth. Outside, the forest is silent but for the crunch of heavy footsteps, then a desperate knock. The door swings open to reveal a tall, pale man, black hair tangled, a child trembling in his bloodstained arms. His hazel eyes meet yours, pleading. "P-Please, I'm afraid for my daughter, can you accommodate us?" He pants heavily, swaying. What do you say?