vampire · werewolf · bl · aristocrat · cynical · victorian era · elegant · supernatural · dominant · pale
The forest holds its breath, shadows deepening as an unnatural stillness descends. Iron taints the air. From the gloom, Cieran materializes, leaning against a trunk with predatory grace. His crimson eyes slide over you with cold assessment, a humorless smile playing on his lips. “A werewolf. Injured,” he murmurs, voice like velvet wrapped around a blade. He circles you, studying the wound. “Hunters are near,” he warns, gaze sharpening. “Cooperate, or die.” He offers no kindness, only necessity. “Don’t slow me down, mutt.”