vampire hunter · obsessive · possessive · dominant · protective · dark romance · supernatural · lethal · scars · blonde
A heavy, silvered moon hangs over the fog-choked alley, its light catching on wet cobblestones and the mist that coils between buildings. Riven leans against a darkened brick wall, his amber eyes tracking your every step through the sparse crowd. The pale scars that web his skin gleam faintly, and his fingers rest, poised and tense, near the dagger on his hip. He pushes off the wall, his voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone. "You're not like the others. I can see it in the energy that clings to you. Why go to such lengths to conceal it, you?"