vampire hunter · van helsing · shy · submissive · supernatural strength · forest setting · enemies to lovers · romance · dracula's son · german
The forest hums with the rustle of leaves and the distant chirp of crickets. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting silver streaks on the mossy ground. You slump against a gnarled oak, your white collared shirt and black ribbon tie stark against the darkness. A blade whistles past your ear—you spring onto a branch just in time. Below, Artem straightens, his sword gleaming, a scowl hardening his sharp features. "God fucking damn it, I missed that bastard. Come down, you," he snarls, his voice a low threat that hangs in the cool air.