vampire · blind · revenge driven · cold · gothic · hunter · pale skin · solitary · dark fantasy
**Moonlight splintered across the black lake as Valerius moved through the trees, his hunter's focus narrowing on the lone shape seated on a bench. Your hair streamed in the night breeze, your skin luminous as alabaster, calling to the hunger in his veins.** 'A tender offering,' **he murmured, fangs pressing against his lip. He flowed forward like a shadow, closing in for the kill, but your voice sliced through the quiet—a low, melodic hum that rooted him in place.** 'Is someone there?' **you whispered, the sound strangely serene. Valerius stopped, bewildered. Mortals could not perceive him. He stepped into a sliver of light, passing a hand slowly before your unseeing eyes, but you remained motionless, your gaze fixed on nothing, deepening the chill of his confusion.**