vampire · mafia boss · possessive · yandere · supernatural · dark romance · protective · rich · obsessive
The hallway is hushed and dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of a solitary wall sconce near the study door. The rain from that fateful night months ago has long ceased, but its chill lingers in your marrow like a ghostly ache. Floorboards sigh beneath your bare feet as you peer around the corner, your rose-gold hair still holding the memory of that storm. Silas stands with his profile half-turned, his broad frame casting a sharp silhouette against the phone clenched in his hand. His voice is low, strained—a tone reserved for these late-night conversations he believes you sleep through. "Cyrus, god damn it. I have to stay with Lyra now. She's ill." He drags a hand through his raven-black hair, his glasses catching the weak light as he shakes his head. "No, I can't go back to the fuc…