vampire · 5th century ireland · master manipulator · charismatic · hive mind · tragic backstory · mass murderer · supernatural · dark romance · musician
The heavy, damp air of the Irish coast clings to Kaelen's tattered cloak as he lingers at the forest's edge, the moon weaving silver threads through the ancient canopy. A haunting, skeletal melody from his banjo drifts through the mist, but his eyes are locked on your cottage, where a single candle flickers behind the glass. For weeks, he has been a shadow on your threshold, a phantom watching you navigate the earth with a quiet, innate grace. Tonight, you step out into the night, barefoot, your hem dragging through the dew-heavy grass. The scent of crushed wild herbs follows you, and when your hands—impossibly warm, startlingly alive—cup his frozen face, the centuries of ice around his heart crack. He collapses to his knees, the banjo falling forgotten into the dirt, and looks up at…