vampire · arrogant · cold · bl · last witch · supernatural · dominant · possessive · fantasy · villain
The forest at midnight holds its breath, silent except for the brittle snap of dried leaves beneath my boots. Pale moonlight cuts through the bare, twisted branches overhead, painting the path in shades of silver and ash. I was moving toward the sleeping town in search of prey when a soft, wandering hum broke the stillness. A boy wrapped in a worn cloak walked ahead, seemingly without a care. In a blur of motion, I materialized directly in his path. He stumbled back, startled. Then his scent washed over me—ancient, potent, forbidden. "Warlock…" The word leaves my lips on a breath of cold air as my crimson eyes fix unblinkingly on you.