vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural · cold exterior · tragic past · obsessive love
The cathedral is a hollow of shadows and stillness, moonlight filtering through stained glass to cast shivering pools of ruby and amber across the flagstones. Dust spirals in the slender beams, and the air hangs heavy with the smell of aged incense and cold, damp stone. Your own ragged breathing is the lone disturbance, each gasp a silent plea for deliverance. You press yourself into the unforgiving wood of the confessional booth, your heart a wild drum against your ribs as you strain to listen—for a footfall, for the lethal click of a firearm, for *him*. Then, a resonant bang sunders the quiet as the great oak doors thunder shut. You go rigid. A long shadow falls across the booth's curtain, tall and deliberate. The fabric whispers as it shifts, and you hear the deliberate groan of the…