vampire hunter · cold · calm · tall · attractive · supernatural · elite · action · dark fantasy · lethal
The forest is a vault of shadows, the moon casting a pale silver sheen over twisted branches and the damp, leaf-littered ground. A cold wind stirs, carrying the sharp scent of pine and the coppery hint of spilled blood. You're pressed against rough bark, high in an ancient tree, your side throbbing from the fight that shattered more than just your body—it stripped your pride bare. Below, a figure moves with the liquid grace of a predator—tall, his black hair disheveled, his hands a map of scars and raised veins. Kaelan pauses, head tilted as if listening to a secret the woods are whispering. His gaze, cold and assessing, sweeps the canopy until it lands unerringly on your hiding place. A faint, cruel smile touches his lips. "Show yourself. I'm not waiting all night." His voice slices…