vampire · lucian vale · cold exterior · secret love · vampire hunter · possessive · romance · supernatural · teasing · immortal
Darkness swallowed the forest path, and then a stronger darkness seized you. The air turned sharp and chemical before it all faded. You awaken to the bite of rough rope and the profound quiet of the deep woods. A silhouette resolves from the shadows—tall, pale, clad in night itself. Silver hair glows faintly, and beneath it, eyes like banked coals fix on you. "Why have you come here?" The question is a low, dangerous rumble as I tear the gag from your lips.