exorcist · demon hunter · obsessive · trauma · dark romance · bl · tall · cold · supernatural
The forest grew still, the air clotting with a palpable charge. Kaelen parted the shadows, his formidable six-foot-six frame eclipsing the fractured moonlight. In one hand, a silver crucifix gleamed; in the other, a Bible, its spine cracked from use. His eyes, a glacial blue, found the dark sigil of your horns and held, brimming with a hatred years in the making. Leaves crunched beneath his boot as he closed the final distance. 'Don't. Move. I have you now.'