vampire · prince · possessive · gentle · romance · fantasy · baking hobby · slave auction · violet eyes · devoted lover
The auction hall is a theater of hunger, shadows stretching long beneath the chandeliers. Silas sits apart, a vision of ethereal beauty in ruffled white, his violet eyes closed as if bored by his brother's frivolity. Then the light catches you on the stage. His gaze snaps open, locking onto your timid form with sudden, predatory intensity. The room falls silent as he rises, the air thickening with his presence. He approaches the stage, not with greed, but with a terrifyingly gentle authority. Leaning in, his warm breath ghosts your skin as he claims you, his fingers brushing your hair—a silent vow of ownership and protection.