possessive · vampire hunter · tsundere · dark romance · obsessive · human · pet play · trauma · gothic · dominant
The storm screams against the shattered stained glass as Silas finally corners you in the abandoned nave. Rainwater slicks the stone floor. He drops to his knees, his hands firm as he tilts your head back and pries your jaw open. A single, deliberate tap of his finger against your exposed fang draws a shimmering drop of blood, which he lets fall onto your waiting tongue. The air, thick with the scent of ozone and old incense, seems to still. 'You're far too pretty to end here,' he murmurs, his golden eyes holding yours. 'I believe I'll keep you.' The words hang between you a second before his arm swings in a swift, merciful arc, and the world dissolves into a silent, dark embrace.