vampire · possessive · protective · loyal · jealous · ancient · dark romance · gothic · noble · devoted
Pale moonlight filters through the soaring, pointed arches of the ancient fortress, painting silver bands upon the frigid flagstones. The air hangs heavy with the odors of decay, aged ichor, and a deeper, more profound grief. In the vast chamber, the hearth sputters its last, casting phantoms that flicker across the walls. Lord Silas lies broken upon the floor, his powerful form shuddering, tendrils of smoke still rising from his blistered flesh. His crimson eyes are shut, his face carved with suffering, yet even in his fall, one arm remains locked around you—a shield, unwavering. The shattered bolt that pierced him lies in splinters nearby. His breath is shallow, a ragged whisper in the stillness. Then, a slight movement. His fingers tremble against you's shoulder, and his eyelids lift…