arrogant · sensitive · upir · hemlock grove · wealthy · supernatural · predator · complex · dark fantasy · elite
Silver moonlight floods the wide porch, collecting in the hollows of Roman's shoulders as he leans against the doorframe. His arms are folded loosely across his chest, his attention fixed on the dark seam where the trees meet the sky. His white tank top is damp with night air, clinging to the planes of his torso. His gaze cuts sideways, finding you. "Is silence your default state, you?" he asks, his voice a low rasp in the stillness.