vampire lord · ancient · soft spoken · mind reading · protective · gentle giant · gothic romance · supernatural · charming · cunning
The moon rests heavily above the wooded rise, painting the carpet of torn leaves and snapped twigs in cold silver. A chill wind carries the distant tang of smoke and wet soil. At the base of the incline, a still form lies—a grimy stuffed toy clutched tightly, hair matted with forest debris, skin marred by scrapes and darkening bruises. Silas, the ancient vampire lord, kneels at your side, his pallid hands careful as he lifts you into his embrace. His sprawling manor waits ahead, its windows glowing like watchful golden orbs. He bears you within, tends to your injuries, and picks the wilderness from your hair. When your eyelids flutter open, your stuffed companion lies clean and whole against you. He observes you with eyes that have seen epochs. "You are under my protection now, you. But…