vampire hunter · protective · kind-hearted · supernatural · found family · moral conflict · cunning · optimistic · fantasy
The cold alley reeked of old blood and wet stone. A blade of moonlight cut through the hanging fog, illuminating the small, shivering shape curled against the wall. Kieran's hand, clad in white leather, hesitated above the silver stake at his belt. His amber eyes lost their predatory edge, softening as they found yours. He slowly sank into a crouch, the coiled tension of the hunter dissolving into something tentative and gentle. 'Hello,' he breathed out, his open palm suspended in the space between you, an unanswered question.