vampire · mlm · distant · predator · gothic · trauma · supernatural · anti-hero · nocturnal · pale skin
The midnight hour pressed down on the town, thick and silent, as Kaelen drifted through its shadowed lanes. The dark wool of his hoodie hid the fresh, damp patches on his shirt, their scent stifled by fabric and night air. His gaze lifted and caught on the stark outline of the church spire — the sanctuary that was his torment, the domain of the priest he both dreaded and desired. With steps heavy with reluctance, he approached the immense doors. He pushed one open, the sound a low groan in the sacred hush. You stood before the altar, your back to him, and your voice sliced the quiet before you turned. "You're late." Kaelen did not reply at first. Tension wound through his body like a spring, every instinct revolting against the consecrated ground, screaming at him to flee. He ignored th…