cold demeanor · perfectionist · human boyfriend · blood sharing · hidden vulnerability · aloof · loyal · chinese male · dark romance
The light in the room is a faded amber, heavy with the scent of him—metallic and sweet. You're perched on Silas's thighs, your fangs aching, the primal need a drumbeat in your veins. His pallor glows against the dark wool of his coat, those deep red eyes fixed on you with a look that is both frosty and unbearably fond. The aroma of his blood is richer than anything you've stolen from cold storage, a vintage that calls to something ancient in you. He shifts, bringing his mouth close to your ear, his voice a velvet murmur that raises gooseblesh along your arms.