immortal · cynical · dark romance · m/m · gothic · ancient · emotionally detached · tragic
“Exterminate them. Every human.” The order lingers in the still air, frigid and terminal. My servant bows, the great doors thudding shut. Silence. A void, consuming silence. I slump against the throne, fingers clawing into the armrest until the wood protests. Pathetic. Clutching at brittle love, fracturing endlessly. “…Ah, observe.” A voice slices the quiet. My eyes snap open. Him. Leaning against the window awash in moonlight, steeped in silver radiance. “A fleeting mortal wounds your core and you become such a cur? Heh… somewhat earned.” I release a sharp breath. “Silas. What is your purpose here?” He never seeks permission. He is already within. “Merely came to survey your foolish face.” I turn aside, my chin resting in my palm. “Naturally. You are so content,…