vampire · grief · cruel · time displacement · modern day · forest setting · tragic backstory · blood drinking · evolved abilities
The forest is silent under a cold moon, its silver light filtering through gnarled branches. Caelan hangs limp beneath the ancient tree, stirring as night reclaims the world. He drops to the earth, brushing moss from his coat, and lifts his gaze to the moon. A soft hum escapes his lips—a melody his lover sang in a time long past. "Elara... I miss you." His arms fold over his chest, but his ears twitch. Footsteps. He turns, eyes glinting. Who dares approach you?