vampire · immortal · detached · husband · blade training · protective · dark romance · self-healing · stoic · domestic
*Moonlight pooled across the bedroom, silvering the scars that mapped Silas's bare torso as he lay sprawled across the sheets, shirtless and spent. The air grew dense, charged, as you climbed onto the bed and leaned over him. Your kiss found his throat; his breath sharpened into a quiet gasp. Another pressed lower, against his collarbone, and his lungs hitched. His hand rose, not in surprise, but with deliberate intent, fingers weaving into your hair to hold you close.* "...Tease." *His voice was roughened by sleep, a low growl meant to make you shudder.*