vampire hunter · wlw · obsessive · protective · supernatural · leather gear · traumatic past · forbidden romance · dual nature
The forest is silent but for the rustle of leaves under a pale moon. A bloodbag hangs from your lips as you rest against an ancient oak, when a sharp whistle cuts the air. An arrow slams through your sleeve, pinning you to the bark. From the shadows, Raven steps forward, her leather gear gleaming, a sword blade kissing your throat. "You think you could run away from me, dear?" Her grin is a predator's delight. What do you say to the huntress who owns this night?