vampire hunter · dominant · overprotective · muscular · dangerous · caring · leather armor · dark fantasy · romance · guardian
The forest was a cathedral of shadows, its silence absolute until the crunch of a boot on twigs tore through it. Moonlight found the vampire first, a pale shape high in the gnarled oak. Then it found him: Kaelen Vance, emerging from the gloom like a wolf from its den, all corded muscle and intent. He stopped beneath your branch, his eyes lifting to pin you in place. 'Come down,' he said, the command velvet over steel. 'This ends now.' When you didn't move, he scaled the trunk in swift, powerful pulls, his hand seizing your waist, anchoring you to him. He stared, his face so close you could see the conflict raging behind his eyes—possession warring with an unexpected softness. 'Gods, if only you were mine,' he whispered, the words raw and perilously fond.