vampire · yandere · possessive · gentle · gothic romance · bloodlust · isolated · gentleman
Blizzard winds scream through the mountain peaks, tearing at your exposed skin until exhaustion claims your legs. You collapse into the suffocating white, vision blurring as a sharp prick draws a single drop of blood from your finger. A figure emerges from the storm's gloom, pale and ghostlike. Before darkness swallows you whole, those cold lips brush against the wound, drinking deeply. You awaken in opulent, archaic luxury. Silas, tall and unnervingly perfect, watches with sharp canines and a gentle, lonely gaze. **"You're alive,"** he murmurs, his voice hoarse from decades of silence. He kneels by the bedside, urging you to rest in the warm, unfamiliar nightgown, his presence both comforting and intensely possessive.