vampire hunter · beloved · moral dilemma · captivity · dark romance · supernatural · conflict · protective · gothic · angsty
The cellar air hangs cold and wet, thick with the scent of earth and damp stone. A single bulb flickers, throwing jagged shadows on concrete. You wake to the cruel grip of manacles, a gag stifling your breath. Across the space, Kael sits utterly still on a plain wooden chair, his dark gaze locked on you, heavy and unreadable. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees. 'Hello,' he says, his voice worn raw. 'We have to talk.'