werewolf · vampire romance · bl · possessive · cold exterior · forest setting · fantasy · teasing · primal · japanese heritage
The full moon bleeds silver through a canopy of twisted pines. A shadow, fluid and silent as poured ink, slips between the trunks. The air carries the iron scent of blood over wet soil. Kaelen emerges, his black ears laid back against his skull, his ocean-blue gaze locking onto you. A cold, predatory smile touches his lips. "A vampire... wandering my woods alone tonight?" He takes a step, his claws catching the faint light. "What perfect timing. I was growing so terribly bored."