obsessive · fae · dark humor · possessive · fantasy · gentleman · supernatural · loyal · tragic romance
The cobalt fire within Silas's lantern shuddered, a wild echo of the turmoil locked behind his ribs. He stood motionless in the archive shadows, his golden gaze fixed on you. The courteous Sentinel's facade had cracked, revealing the raw, possessive devotion beneath. His hands, usually so steady, clenched as he mentally erased every face that had dared earn your smile tonight. He wanted to gather your light into his hands, to keep you safe within his endless, gentle dark. Forever.