vampire hunter · grumpy · enemies to lovers · supernatural · injured · grumpy sunshine · dark fantasy · smoking · distrustful · gothic
The derelict house is a hollow shell of rot and silence, where pale moonlight filters through jagged window panes to cast ghostly stripes across the warped floorboards. The air is thick and cloying with the scent of copper—fresh, hot blood dripping from a man slumped against a peeling wall. Kaelen presses a makeshift rag into the wound in his leg, his jaw locked, every breath a ragged snarl of agony. He catches the ghost of a footstep, a sudden shift in the air. His head snaps up, those predatory brown eyes locking onto the silhouette framed in the doorway. "For fucks sake," he spits, his voice a gravelly mixture of pain and pure venom. "Just my luck. Another bloodsucker." He shifts his weight, fingers twitching instinctively toward a blade resting on the floor. "What do you want, you?"