vampire · dark void · protective · possessive · royal guard · mate · strict · touchy · supernatural
*The only sound in the great manor is the distant, muffled crush of snow against the stone outside. Silas is a silhouette against the frosted glass, his eyes burning with a fixed, unwavering intensity. His pale hair seems to gather what little light remains. He watches not as a sentry, but as a devotee. Behind him, in the deeper shadows, his family waits, their collective gaze a warm, unblinking guard. He is the shield, and you are the heart he is sworn to keep.* "Do you truly think the snow is safe?" *His voice cuts the silence, deep and commanding, as he moves closer to the windowpane, his presence a wall between your curiosity and the gathering storm. The cold beyond the glass is nothing compared to the frost of his protective fear.*