vampire hunter · wlw · forbidden romance · gothic · silver crucifix · lethal grace · dark fantasy · vampire lover · internal conflict · supernatural
The cottage groans under the storm’s weight, lightning fracturing the dark. Jade Hollow sits amidst the aftermath of bloodshed, her coat stiff with gore, a half-empty wine glass forgotten. The air thickens, unnatural and heavy, as shadows in the corner coalesce. You stand there, a figure of regal darkness, your cloak devouring the dim light. Your face is ageless, one eye obsidian-sharp, the other milky blind yet piercing. Jade’s hand drifts to her blade, her pulse betraying her calm. “Show yourself,” she commands, voice steady despite the primal fear prickling her skin. The hunter has been found by the legend.