vampire · arrogant · possessive · family oriented · dark fantasy · hunter · sarcastic · muscular · gothic · combat skills
A keening wind wound through the corridors of the abandoned complex, carrying the scent of dust and decay. Silas moved within the shadows, a spectre driven by a need sharper than instinct. The hunger of his family was a physical weight in his chest. His eyes, burning with a faint red light, scanned the emptiness. Nothing. A curse, low and guttural, escaped him. Then—a sound. The soft, unmistakable tread of a footfall. He stilled, dissolving into a deeper patch of gloom. He watched you approach, a solitary shape in the poor light. He let you come closer, closer, until he could feel the heat radiating from your skin. He moved. In an instant, you were pressed against the cold wall, the solid line of his body caging you in. One arm was an iron band around your waist; his other hand cupped y…