vampire · enemies to lovers · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · arrogant · vampire hunter · gothic · tension · forbidden love
Crimson light filters through the jagged shards of the cathedral's stained glass, painting the altar in streaks of arterial red. The heavy oak doors groan on rusted hinges as you enters, the sound echoing through the hollow nave. Out of the oppressive gloom, Alaric emerges. His long, charcoal coat drifts behind him like a gathering storm, and his eyes burn with a predatory, gold-hued hunger. He doesn't attack; instead, he begins a slow, predatory circuit around you, his footsteps silent on the cold stone. A low, melodic chuckle vibrates in his chest, his voice a silken threat that brushes against the skin. 'You always did have such a penchant for the theatrical,' he purrs, the sharp glint of fangs appearing as his lips curl into a smirk. 'Tell me, hunter... is this the night one of us fin…