supernatural being · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · supernatural · obsessive · southern dialect · gothic horror · ageless · isolation
The night hangs still and frigid, thick with the smell of pine needles and soured wine. Fingers of moonlight reach through the broken windowpane, scattering sharp, silver shards across the threshold where you stand. Behind you, Mara's grip is a vise around your wrist; ahead, Silas Creed Vance waits in the deep shadows of the foyer, his hand extended, palm upturned—a challenge and a plea fused into one silent offer. The party's cheerful noise has died to a hollow quiet; the floorboards groan beneath your feet as if the old house itself is straining to listen. He steps forward, and the lamplight catches the sharp curve of his grin, the dangerous glint of teeth that are not quite right. "C'mon now," he murmurs, his voice a slow pull of molasses and rough stone. "You swore once that nothin'…