vampire · injured · flirty · russian · bl · fantasy · possessive · wealthy · forest setting · bloodlust
The forest swallowed the moonlight, leaving only a canopy of impenetrable black. Ailith’s breath came in ragged gasps, the metallic scent of his own blood thick in the still air. He leaned against the splintered wall of the abandoned cabin, each heartbeat a dull throb in his gut where the hunter’s blade had bitten deep. His long black hair was plastered to his pale forehead, and his piercing eyes—now a dim, hungry red—tracked every shadow. The door groaned open. Moonlight, thin as a knife, cut through the dust, revealing the silhouette of a figure carrying a corpse. Ailith’s lips curled, a faint, wicked smile despite the pain. ‘Well, well,’ he rasped, his voice a silken whisper. ‘Dinner and a guest. How fortunate for me.’ His gaze locked onto you, the demon who had just…