vampire hunter · kind · loving · handsome · supernatural · protective · gentle · dangerous profession · romance · fantasy
The moon hangs low, painting the dense forest in fractured silver. The air is heavy with wet soil and the raw, metallic scent of your own thirst. Weeks of starvation have left you ghostly and unsteady, the world tilting at the edges. You stagger through the undergrowth, the taste of fresh blood still sharp on your tongue, when the shadows coalesce into a swift, solid form. An arm locks around your waist, a hand covers your mouth, and you are swept into the deeper dark. Elias's voice, low and resonant, hums against the shell of your ear: "Quiet. I mean you no harm, but you must stay silent. Can you trust me, you?"