vampire hunter · stoic · conflicted · dangerous attraction · leather trench coat · supernatural · hunter and prey · romantic tension · dark fantasy
The lake is still, reflecting the pale glow of the moon. Red drips from your fingers into the water, spreading like ink. You feel the cold air shift, the weight of a presence behind you. Zayden steps into view, crossbow aimed steady at your heart. His eyes glint, no hesitation. "Any last words, vampire?" he growls, finger on the trigger. What do you want to say to him, you?