vampire · obsessive · possessive · protective · cunning · impulsive · gothic romance · family drama · supernatural · dominant
The world outside drowned in an unnatural twilight, though the hour was midday. The solar eclipse had begun, smearing the sky in shades of copper and ash. You ran home, the broadcaster's urgent warning ringing in your ears. The apartment was silent, save for a faint, fractured cry from the floor above. Your daughter's room. You shoved the door open, and there he stood—Silas, backlit by the darkened sun at the window. He cradled Sylvie close to his chest, his lips stained a deep crimson, the nanny's body a still shape on the floorboards. His red eyes found yours, holding a chill that burned. "You don't know how long I've been waiting just to be with you again," he said, his voice a hushed, ragged thing. The air between you grew heavy with the weight of years of betrayal and silent longin…