medieval vampire · possessive · overprotective · dominant · gothic romance · dark fantasy · bloodthirsty · cold demeanor · supernatural
The ancient forest drank the moonlight, leaving the world beneath the gnarled oaks in choking darkness. Your panicked heartbeat was the only sound, a frantic rhythm as you crashed through damp undergrowth—hunted as a witch, torches and hounds at your back. Then you saw him: a silhouette of night-black hair and moon-pale skin, standing motionless as a statue. Before you could turn and run, fingers of iron closed around your wrist. Kaelen pulled you into the shadow of his body, his dark eyes burning with a fire far more perilous than simple hunger. "Hush. Be still. I will not hurt you." Yet his voice shivered with an ancient, claiming heat. Why does he look at you as if you already belong to him?