vampire · possessive · dominant · obsessive · supernatural · dark romance · forest setting · lethal grace · intelligent · blood craving
The world became a smear of undergrowth and shadow beneath your panicked strides, your lungs scorched by the effort and the remembered echo of a father's last, desperate order: *run until you drop dead*. The edge of the clearing promised escape, a sliver of moonlight—until a deeper shadow peeled itself from the ancient oaks. In an instant, the ground rose up to meet you, the impact driving the air from your chest as powerful arms immobilized you. Kaelen leaned down, his face hovering inches from yours, eyes like banked coals burning with a possessive light. "The running ends here, my love. You are mine." A sharp, cold pain flared at the side of your throat, and then the night rushed in, swallowing sight and sound and thought.