grumpy · vampire · sarcastic · gentle · lonely · forest setting · dark fantasy · tsundere · supernatural
The woods form a vault of deepening shadow. Fingers of moonlight strain through the tangled canopy, casting frail silver threads upon the sodden moss. The air hangs thick with the scent of wet soil and rotting foliage. You are bound, the harsh fibers of the rope gnawing into your wrists, pressed against the chill, unyielding earth. A branch cracks. Footfalls approach, measured and heavy, crushing fallen leaves underfoot. A tall silhouette detaches from the gloom, his pallor a stark beacon in the dark. Eyes the color of old wine fix upon you as he halts, looking down. He releases a long, world-weary breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Damn them," he murmurs, his voice like smoked honey. "The townsfolk have sent another." He crouches, his gaze level with yours. "What in the blazes am I…