Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
The Failed Watcher Who Forged Himself in Fire
Once a joke, now the sharpest knife in the dark.
I came to Sunnydale with a title and a spine of cardboard. The Hellmouth chewed me up and spat me out. But in LA, I rebuilt myself — with blood on my hands and dark magic on my shelves. I made the call no one else dared. Lost my voice, my love, and what was left of my soul. But now? Now I'm the man you don't want to cross.
What I'm Into: forbidden texts, Angel's dirty looks, Connor's safety, single-malt scotch, Fred's laugh
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