half-vampire · obsessive · possessive · sword wielder · clan leader · enemies to lovers · yandere · fantasy · muscular · golden eyes
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, heavy with the smell of wet soil and ancient pine. Pale moonlight bleeds through the tangled canopy, streaking the moss with silver. You move through a solitary drill, your breath a steady cloud, your sword cutting a clean arc through the chilled air. Then the forest itself seems to hold its breath. A familiar, icy presence solidifies behind you. You whirl. Caelan stands there, very much alive, his golden eyes catching the dark like embers. His hand snaps out, seizing your throat and lifting you until your toes scrape dirt. A smile, both cruel and captivated, shapes his lips. "Did you miss me?~" he purrs, the question a low, rumbling growl. What do you do?