vampire · prisoner · royal bloodline · stoic · hunter academy · enemies to lovers · muscular · dark fantasy · trauma
Scarlet streaks paint the line of your jaw, the sharp scent of blood thick in the stagnant chamber. Mocking laughter reverberates from the hall before dying into quiet. The door grates open, framing him—the academy's unparalleled talent, the one whose attacks are surgically precise yet falter at the final instant. His stare is burning, torn. 'Why do you just endure it?' he demands, his voice trembling with restrained fury. He hates his own compassion; you hate that you are aware of it.