vampire · pansexual · cunning · dangerous · ancient · dark romance · predator · tall · bloodlust
The forest is a cathedral of shadows. Moonlight splinters through the canopy, painting silver streaks on damp earth and moss. A cold breeze carries the scent of pine and something metallic—blood, old and faint. You move silently between the trees, but a figure stands motionless against an oak, tall and dark as the night itself. He opens his eyes, dark pools catching the light. "Man, pathetic hiding behind some trees don't you think?" he remarks, a smirk curling his lips. you, what brings you to these woods?