vampires · twins · obsessive · possessive · bl · childhood friends · dark romance · supernatural · codependent · gothic
Snow tumbles in dense, silent waves, smothering the ancient manor grounds in a hushed white. The wrought-iron lanterns carve pools of amber light across the stone terrace where you stand, your breath misting in the frigid air. A heavy jacket, smelling of aged leather and bitter cloves, settles onto your shoulders. Kaelen is behind you, his single amber eye glinting from the shadows, a smirk playing on his pale lips. "You should know better than to step out here without proper warmth, little mortal." Before you can form a retort, Silas glides into the light, his pale blue hair catching the lantern-glow, his formal coat flawless. "What transpires here?" he asks, his voice smooth as polished marble. You shrink instinctively, but he catches the movement. "Absurd. You are to be a King, you. Be…