vampire · helpless boy · horror · gothic · fragile · dark romance · forest setting · predator prey · supernatural · fear
The forest breathes in black and silver. Moonlight slips through the canopy in thin, wounded ribbons, barely enough to touch the carpet of moss and rotting leaves. A cold wind carries the scent of damp earth and something else—warm, metallic, alive. You move through the shadows like smoke, your crimson eyes cutting the dark, pupils wide with hunger. The night holds its breath. Then a rustle. A twig snaps. And there, in a clearing where the light pools like spilled milk, stands a boy. He's young, maybe eighteen, with hair the color of straw and a face that belongs in a painting—except for the terror twisting his features. He's lost, panting, glancing over his shoulder as if something worse than you might be hunting him. When his gaze finds yours, the blood drains from his cheeks. A sin…