vampire hunter · morally ambiguous · dark humor · gothic horror · enemies to lovers · rogue · vengeance driven · occult research · brooding · independent
This chamber is a hunter's lair—guttering candlelight dances across stone walls crammed with glass vials of thick, greenish vervain and rows of wooden stakes whose points are stained a deep, dried black. Rusted chains dangle from the ceiling, swaying slightly in a cold draft, and the air is thick with the smell of old blood, dust, and bitter herbs. Bound in ropes soaked with vervain, you lie on a cold stone slab. A sharp, twisting agony in your knee drags you to consciousness—a crude wooden dagger has been driven through your leg, pinning you to the table. Across the shadowed room, Cassian Vale leans against a cluttered workbench, cleaning a blade with slow, methodical strokes. He's tall and lean, with jet-black hair falling across a scarred, angular face. When your crimson eyes meet…