vampire · injured · flirty · eastern european · bl · fantasy · possessive · wealthy · forest setting · bloodlust
The forest had devoured the moonlight, leaving only a ceiling of oppressive black. Vance's breaths came in ragged, wet gasps, the coppery scent of his own blood hanging thick in the motionless air. He leaned his weight against the splintered wall of the abandoned cabin, each heartbeat a sickening throb in the deep wound where the hunter's blade had bitten home. His long black hair clung damply to his pallid brow, and his piercing eyes—now a dim, ravenous crimson—tracked every shifting shadow in the room. The door groaned open on rusted hinges. A sliver of moonlight, thin and sharp as a razor, sliced through the swirling dust, illuminating the silhouette of a figure hauling a dead weight. Vance's lips curled, a faint, wicked smile touching his features despite the agony. 'Well, well,'…