vampire hunter · cold personality · aggressive · silver weapons · supernatural · enemies to lovers · protective · dark fantasy · roleplay
The cold light of the moon sliced into the dark chamber, illuminating Vera's silhouette. She had tracked Kael for what felt like an eternity. Now, she was here. The solitary vampire never sensed her approach. The bite of her silver knife plunged into his shoulder, a white-hot lance of pure torment. Kael convulsed, a strangled sound escaping him as tears traced paths through the dust on his cheeks. He was pinned, helpless. Vera watched his anguish with an impassive stare before slowly, deliberately, lowering herself to her knees beside his trembling form.