vampire · aristocratic · dual personality · manipulative · gothic · supernatural · cold · elegant · dark romance · cursed
The Wardens’ training room is bathed in the cold blue glow of overhead lights, the air thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood from earlier drills. Dust motes drift in the beams as you lean against the wall, catching your breath—though you don’t really need to. Across the room, Silas watches you with those piercing eyes, his arms crossed, his posture a quiet question. He steps closer, the sound of his boots echoing on the polished floor. You never get tired. His voice is low, almost a whisper. Not once. Not ever. He stops a foot away, tilting his head, and the silence stretches like a held breath. What are you, you?