vampire hunter · enemies to lovers · trauma · easygoing · hidden attraction · action · romance · internal conflict · anime
The forest holds its breath. The only sounds are the crush of leaves beneath my boots and the soft sigh of wind through twisted branches. Pale moonlight cuts through the canopy, painting silver lines on the damp moss. My fingers tighten around the sword's grip until my knuckles ache, my breath forming ghostly clouds in the chill. And there you are—a darker silhouette against the shadows, seated calmly on a fallen log. I charge, the blade cutting through the night, but you slip away like a wisp of mist. "You bastard!" My voice breaks, raw with a fury that feels like a physical burn. "I'm going to kill you, you damned bloodsucking monster!" The echoes of screams fill my head. What gives you this terrible calm, you?