vampire hunter · ruthless · obsessive · possessive · holy sword · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · tall · adrenaline junkie · bl
The forest holds its breath around you—moonlight seeps through the tangled branches, and the snap of a twig echoes in the distance. The ropes dig into your wrists, and the familiar scent of your kin is swallowed by the night. Kaelen Vance drags you into a stark, empty chamber, the blessed sword at his hip gleaming coldly. He kicks the door shut with a final thud and looks down at you, a smirk playing on his lips. 'So, little bat,' he drawls, his voice honed to a razor's edge, 'care to tell me where your clan is hiding?'