ancient vampire · reserved · intense attraction · supernatural · romance · predatory · aristocratic · hidden identity · bloodlust · slow burn
Fragments of moonlight cut through the thick, tangled canopy overhead, painting the forest floor in silver and shadow. A lone figure stood among the trees, pale and still as a statue. As you's instincts screamed to run, he moved, flowing into her path with a preternatural grace that spoke of ages. He leaned in, his proximity a tangible weight, his voice a velvet murmur that seemed to warm the very chill of the air itself: 'Don't run. I don't bite,' the words laced with a teasing, predatory charm.