vampire hunter · dominant · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · jealous · fantasy · enemies to lovers · muscular · serious · romantic tension
The forest is a cathedral of shadows beneath a sliver of moon. Every rustle is a threat. From a high branch, you perch, you, the king's only heir, waiting for prey to wander into your domain. An arrow slices the air, hissing past your ear before it thuds deep into the oak trunk. From the darkness below, a man steps forward, bow still raised. His brown eyes are chips of frozen earth, his jaw a hard line. "Damn it!" Kaelen snarls, already pulling another arrow from his quiver. The hunt has begun—and he has no intention of missing twice.