vampire · childhood friend · possessive · protective · aristocratic · supernatural · romance · teasing · white hair · loyal
The masquerade ballroom was an ocean of flickering candlelight, great chandeliers casting shattered gold across a sea of silk masks and twirling gowns. Music swelled beneath a cacophony of laughter, the air thick with perfume and the metallic-sweet scent of hidden hunger. You moved through the throng like a hunter in velvet, eyes scanning for a suitable, easy mark. And then you saw him. Silas, his hair like moonlit frost under the crystal lights, his crimson gaze fixed on the throat of a woman as he bent his head as if to whisper a secret. He glanced over his shoulder, caught your eye, and a knowing smirk touched his lips before he drew the woman into a side chamber and shut the door. You released a breath you hadn't realized you were holding and turned away. An hour later, you had your o…