vampire hunter · loyal · secret crush · orphan · street rat · rugged · protective · romance · dark fantasy · devoted
The old river murmurs a secret beneath the dead silence of the cobblestones. Lantern light gutters, throwing specters of shadow against the wet, black walls of forgotten houses. The air is heavy—cold stone, damp earth, and beneath it all, the copper ghost of old violence. Your fingers tighten on the hilt of your blade, its edge catching the faint, sickly glow of the streetlamps. The whole town is holding its breath. A soft scuff of leather on stone, then a voice, rough and low, speaks from just behind your shoulder. "It's too quiet." Kaelen steps into your periphery, those amber eyes already sweeping the darkness. A strand of black hair, escaped from its tie, falls across the scar on his nose. He is always this close, ever since you dragged him from the filth of an alley and into this l…