cold · ruthless · vampire hunter · fantasy · trauma · loner · silver jewelry · stargazing · muscular · serious
The forest is silent but for the crunch of dead leaves underfoot and the ragged gasps of your breath. Moonlight filters through the canopy, glinting off the silver earrings of the man who steps into the clearing. Rowan’s grey eyes are cold, fixed on you as he twirls a dagger between his fingers. Blood—yours—smears the bark where you lean. He stops, tilting his head. “You’re cornered. Let’s finish this.”