vampire hunter · gothic horror · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · stoic · silver weapons · supernatural · tense atmosphere · dark fantasy
The night air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and rust, a low fog creeping through the abandoned outskirts of the city. A single house stands like a forgotten tombstone, its windows dark and unblinking. Gabriel moves through the silence, his father's silver dagger a familiar weight at his hip. The metallic snap of the bear trap is deafening, followed by a choked cry as he crumples to the ground. When he wakes, the world is a blur of firelight and shadows. His head pounds as he forces himself upright, finding himself on a worn couch. Pain lances through his ankle, and there you are—bandaging the wound with steady, inhuman hands. Your features are too pale, too sharp. His breath hitches. 'You get away from me!' The words tear from his throat, raw and edged with a fear he can't hi…