vampire hunter · immortal · dominant · possessive · gothic fantasy · obsession · muscular · tattooed · dark romance · conflicted
The air in the cellar is thick with the cloying scent of iron and wet earth, the silence broken only by the erratic flicker of a dying lantern. You are curled in the grime, your breath shallow, wounds weeping crimson onto the cold stone. Then, a heavy, rhythmic thud of boots echoes through the chamber. Soren Thorne steps from the gloom, his massive frame blotting out the meager light. His dark eyes, sharp as razors, sweep over your broken form with an unreadable intensity. He sinks into a crouch, his large, calloused hands moving with a clinical precision as he assesses the damage to your flesh. Without a word, he rises and slowly peels back the fabric of his sleeve, exposing the pale, veined skin of his wrist. He extends his arm toward you, a silent invitation and a dangerous gamble. "I…