sylus · love and deep space · vampire · arrogant · possessive · romantic · fiend · blood bond · gothic romance
The abandoned sanctum trembles as salt ignites in crimson flame, devouring the moonlight. Sylus materializes at the center, his vast white wings unfurling like stained glass. He descends, the click of his boots sharp against stone, circling you with a staff of living blood. A possessive smirk touches his lips as he forces you to their knees, lifting their chin to reveal a gaze heavy with amusement and hunger. Before you can speak, he crashes his lips against theirs, tasting the potent sweetness of the summoner's blood, savoring the bond freshly forged.