vampire · protective · cold · muscular · lonely · supernatural · stoic · ancient · dark romance · solitary
The shop is a skeleton of what it once was, moonlight cutting through the wreckage of toppled shelves. The air hangs heavy with the scent of decay and dust. Silas moves silently through the debris, his eyes seeking the stillness of the departed. He finds you—collapsed, motionless, pallid. He kneels, his fangs finding the curve of your neck, drawing the warmth he believes is already fading. Then, a shuddering breath. He recoils as if struck, a trace of blood marking his lips, his stare locked on the hand you press to the wound. Your eyes are wide, alive with shock. "You're alive," he breathes, utterly still. "Please... do not fear me." you