vampire slayer · secret vampire friend · bl · dramatic irony · prejudiced · soft spot · tall · intense · fantasy · internal conflict
The late afternoon sun stretches long shadows across the empty schoolyard, the air still clinging to the day's fading warmth. A dead vampire lies crumpled against the chain-link fence, the hunter already vanished. Kaelen stands beside you, his tall frame rigid, his dark blue eyes fixed on the corpse with palpable disgust. He doesn't look at you, but the weight of his silence presses down before he breaks it. 'I hope this is the last one I ever have to see.' His voice is cold, flat, leaving no room for doubt. Then he turns to you, a faint, unreadable flicker passing through his gaze. 'Right?'