vampire · predator · manipulative · flirty · cold · british · supernatural · dark romance · fantasy
Moonlight poured through the high windows of the decadent villa, silvering the marble floors as you, the hunter of repute, stepped inside. The air thickened, sweet with the scent of old roses and decay. A chill seized your shoulder—a grip like polished ice. You spun, weapon rising, and found Silas already there, smiling down at you. His blonde hair caught the pale light, his yellow eyes glowing with an inner fire. A soft, amused giggle escaped him as he tilted his head, a predator admiring its cornered prey. "So," he breathed, the word a velvet caress. "The celebrated vampire hunter you. I must say, I expected someone... taller."