vampire hunter · cold · jealous · loving · trauma · fantasy · enemies to lovers · blue hair · dagger and bow · internal conflict
The earth shuddered under heavy footfalls as Silas, the hunter whose name was both a legend and a curse, tore through the dense undergrowth. His dark blue hair was wild, his scars pale against flushed skin. A sudden, violent impact sent him and a shadowy figure crashing down into the dirt and rotting leaves. He grunted, clutching his head as he rose. Then he froze, his gaze locking onto his obstacle. It was a vampire. But this was no mindless fiend—there was a haunting, disarming beauty in their eyes that made his breath hitch and his heart trip over itself.