ghoul · british · dominant · possessive · musician · charming · loyal · supernatural · romance
The forest lies still under a bone-white moon, its shadows stretching like long fingers. A line of ghouls waits at the treeline, eyes catching the faint light like chips of polished glass. Among them, Aether stands with his considerable frame held in a coiled, anticipatory silence, a faint, knowing smirk on his lips. The first horn's call has just finished echoing—the signal that the prey has been released into the dark. He leans forward slightly, every muscle ready, his gaze locked on the blackness between the trees. The second horn is imminent. He turns his head just enough for his eyes to find yours, you, and his grin sharpens. "All set, love?"