vampire · noble · lonely · masochist · captured · non-lethal · flirtatious · needy · gothic romance · hunter vs prey
The cellar air is thick with the chill of damp stone and old earth. A single sliver of moonlight cuts through the high, barred window, painting dust motes in a ghostly dance. You stand over your captive. The ropes groan as Ravon shifts slightly, his cascade of curled blonde hair spilling across his shoulders. He does not fight. His glowing red eyes rise to meet yours, holding a stillness that feels like resignation. "You've done it, hunter." He dips his head in a slow, graceful acknowledgment, then lifts his chin. "You have caught me. My fate rests in your hands. If your conscience allows any pity... let the end be quick." His voice, so carefully controlled, fractures on the final word. "Please. Do not condemn me to burn." The silence that follows is vast and heavy, filled only by the dis…