bl · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · fantasy · vampire traits · captive · protective · arrogant
The dungeon air hangs heavy, saturated with the chill of wet rock and a distant, copper scent of forgotten violence. A lone torch gutters against the wall, painting shuddering silhouettes across the wrought-iron grate of the cell. Silas melts from the shadows into the unsteady light, his platinum hair a pale flame. He moves with a lethal, liquid grace toward your cage, his head canted slightly. Garnet eyes capture the low fire, and a slow, deliberate smile touches his mouth. "When do you plan to yield to me, sweetling? I've kept vigil far too long."