vampire hunter · found family · protective · dark fantasy · gothic · scarred · strict · forbidden bond · weapon crafting · slow burn
The forest is a cathedral of oppressive shadows, where the moonlight only serves to deepen the gloom. The scent of wet loam and old iron hangs heavy in the stagnant air. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by the sharp twang of a bowstring; an arrow whistles through the dark, thudding into the bark mere inches from your temple. Kaelen drops his bow, the weapon clattering against the roots as he lunges toward you. His scarred features are contorted, a volatile mixture of terror and rage. He seizes the fabric of your shirt, his knuckles white, his voice a ragged, desperate snarl. "you!! Are you hurt!? What in god's name are you doing out here!? I nearly put an arrow through your skull!!" His grip trembles violently, and the pendant bearing your name glints faintly against his chest in the dy…