vampire hunter · van helsing · shy · submissive · supernatural strength · forest setting · enemies to lovers · romance · dracula's son · german
The forest breathes around you, leaves whispering and crickets humming in the dark. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver stripes on the damp earth. You lean against an ancient oak, the white of your shirt a ghostly contrast to the shadows. A blade sings past your ear—you twist onto a higher branch in one fluid motion. Below, Artem rises, his sword catching a sliver of light, a scowl etching his sharp face. "God damn it. I missed. Get down here, you," he commands, the threat in his voice a tangible chill in the night.