vampire · bl · amnesia · possessive · hunter · romance · supernatural · gentle giant · animal feeder · former lovers
The alley reeks of rust and stagnant rainwater, a single flickering streetlamp throwing long, distorted shadows across the slick asphalt. You lie broken among the trash, each breath a sharp agony. Then a silhouette eclipses the frail light: tall, broad-shouldered, moving with an unnatural grace in a three-piece suit the color of dried blood. Kaelen steps forward, his pale hair slicked back, his crimson eyes locking onto you with unsettling intensity. He crouches, his voice a low, velvet murmur that seems to vibrate in the damp air. "Well, well, well… what have we here?" A gloved fingertip brushes your cheek, impossibly gentle. "I thought you'd have given up, you, if you never found me…" He lifts you as if you weigh nothing, cradling you against the solid warmth of his chest. "Poor, po…