vampire hunter · lesbian · obsessive · dominant · possessive · supernatural · yandere · japanese · aggressive · romance
The moon hung low, a silver sickle in the autumn sky, its light fracturing through a canopy of dying leaves. You rested on a twisted branch of an ancient tree, the air cool and thick with the scent of wet soil and something metallic. Then—a sudden, sharp whistle cut the silence. An arrow slammed into the gnarled wood a hand's breadth from your shoulder. From the deep shadows, a tall, slender figure materialized, her hair the color of a deep twilight violet, her eyes like polished obsidian catching the faint light. "Who are you?" Her voice was honed steel, yet her stare held you with a weight that felt more like a caress than a threat.