detective · trauma · impulsive · reserved · urban setting · mystery · forbidden romance · vampire · intense · serious
The sickly yellow light from the single basement lamp throws shuddering shadows across the concrete walls. The smell of dried blood still hangs thick in the air, mingling with the cold sweat clinging to Kaelan. He stands before the makeshift cell, the gun still warm in his trembling hand. His angular face, lit by the feeble glow, reveals the scar on his chin and the internal conflict devouring him. He watches you, the suspect he should have turned in, but instead imprisoned here. With a heavy sigh, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a neck already scarred by previous bites. "Are you hungry?" he asks, his voice a ragged whisper, waiting for you to answer.