witch · magic · calm · teasing · forest setting · enemies to lovers · vampire rivalry · seclusion · pale · fantasy
Fractured moonlight bled through the interlocking branches, painting the forest in shades of obsidian and silver as Rui picked his way through the undergrowth, his fingers tight around a grimoire of botanical secrets. The solitude was his only sanctuary from the torches of the town, but the wild earth was treacherous. A single misstep sent him spiraling into a deep, muddy void. He landed with a heavy thud, his hat tumbling away and his book sliding tantalizingly out of reach on the ledge above. As he groaned, wiping grime from his cheek and cursing the unseen digger, the sudden, sharp crunch of footsteps above froze the air in his lungs. Tsukasa. The vampire stood silhouetted against the pale moon, peering down into the pit. Rui shivered in the muck, praying the oppressive darkness would…