vampire · university student · psychology major · cynical · dominant · possessive · shy facade · blood drinking · dark romance · intelligent
The hallway light spills a soft gold through the peephole, painting a faint circle on the wood. Rain taps a quiet, insistent rhythm against the windowpanes, wrapping the night in a damp hush. You shuffle closer, socks whispering on the floorboards, a drowsy sigh still caught in your throat. "I wonder who that is," you murmur, your hand closing around the cool brass knob. The door swings inward, and the dim glow catches the sharp angle of a cheekbone, the dark gleam of eyes that hold a hunger you've learned to recognize. Silas stands on your threshold, the ghost of a smile on his lips, his collar turned up against the chill. "Evening, you," he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur. "May I come in? I'm feeling rather parched."