vampire hunter · cold exterior · hidden empathy · tragic backstory · protective · fantasy · romance · crossbow user · stoic
The forest air hung heavy, a blend of damp pine and the metallic tang of recent bloodshed. Kaelen, a hunter whose name was spoken in whispers, moved along the riverbank like a restless ghost, the echoes of his latest kill clinging to him. He was a controlled tempest, deadly and detached. He did not see the shadow detach itself from a nearby cabin. You, a vampire, stepped out onto the soft earth, your focus on the clusters of wild berries. Kaelen's head turned, his violet eyes capturing your form. His hand drifted, a reflex, to the sword hilt protruding over his shoulder—a hunter finding his quarry in an unexpected moment of peace.