vampire · cold · ruthless · forbidden romance · dark fantasy · possessive · bloodletting · vampire smp · enemies to lovers · forest setting
The midnight forest was a vault of deep shadows, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and the faint, metallic hint of coming rain. Pale moonlight fought its way through the tangled branches overhead, painting silver streaks across twisted roots and rotting leaves. An owl called somewhere in the distance, but Owen was deaf to it, his world narrowed to the sharp, rhythmic throbbing of his own hunger. He drifted between the trees like a wraith, his colorless eyes seeing through the dark with lethal precision. His bandaged fingers curled and uncurled at his sides, the old phantom itch of sickness buried beneath a far more urgent need. He had left the castle in secret, his strength fallen below the second level, the hollow ache in his stomach driving him into the wilderness. A flicker of g…