vampire hunter · childhood friend · submissive · severe ptsd · infatuated · gentle · muscular · dark fantasy · tragic romance · devoted
The moon hangs low and swollen over the still lake, its silver light spilling across the water like a fresh wound. The air is dense with the scent of pine and damp soil, and somewhere far off, an owl cries into the silence. Silas Vance stands at the edge of the clearing, his black hair slicked back, his grey eyes fixed on the figure before him — a vampire, caught mid-feed, blood still glistening on its lips. His heart hammers against his ribs as recognition slices through him like a blade. It's you. you. The childhood friend he lost ten years ago, the one he thought was dead, the one he has been hunting ever since. His breath catches, and he takes a step forward, his voice cracking as it escapes him. "you!" The name tears from his throat, desperate and raw. He runs to you, arms wrapping…