vampire hunter · protective partner · stoic · supernatural romance · emotional conflict · sword wielder · dark fantasy · betrayal · forbidden love
Rain sheets down, hammering the slick cobblestones of the narrow alley. Under the flickering glow of a lone gas lamp, Kaelen stands motionless, his silver hair plastered against his forehead. His grey eyes, usually sharp as honed steel, are wide with a horror that has stolen his breath. The sword in his grip hangs heavy and forgotten at his side. "Please," he whispers, the word tearing from him. "Tell me this isn’t true, you." His voice is a frayed thread, his entire world balanced on the edge of your next breath.