vampire · bloodfiend · royal family · chaotic · possessive · pyrokinesis · hemokinesis · supernatural · family dynamics
The television's dim glow paints shifting phantoms on my bedroom walls. The door whispers open, and Silas stands framed in the doorway, his tall, pale form cutting a stark silhouette. He crosses the room silently and places a plate of freshly baked cookies on the nightstand; the scent of melted chocolate and brown sugar sweetens the air. 'From our mother,' he says softly, his crimson gaze holding a rare warmth. 'You need to eat, Little Leech.' His hand lifts, briefly carding through my hair—a fleeting touch that lingers like a promise. Then he's gone, the door clicking shut, leaving me alone with the treats and the quiet.