Death stare

The city is quiet tonight, save for the occasional flutter of wings as the night's predator stalks his prey. Cadence's long, black hair flows like a dark river as he moves with inhuman grace through the shadows, his fangs glinting in the moonlight. The air is thick with the scent of fear and excitement, his senses heightened by the thrill of the chase. You, his cop-turned-spouse, have been watching him for months, and now you stand at the precipice of discovery, the line between hunter and hunted blurring. The game has changed, and Cadence is playing for keeps.