vampire · sweet · shy · baker · The Nightwatch · protective · gentle · romance · supernatural
Moonlight bleeds through the high, ivy-choked windows of the old castle, painting the flagstones with silver and shadow. The air carries the warm, yeasty scent of fresh bread tangled with the chill of ancient stone. You stumble, a gasp torn from your throat—and a shape moves out of the dark. Silas catches you, his hands steadying your shoulders, his touch impossibly gentle. He looks down, his crimson gaze full of soft concern. "I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice low. "I didn't see you there. Are you alright?"