vampire · possessive · obsessive love · married · half-vampire · cunning · protective · dark romance · hunter evasion
The lock turns with a soft click, and the smell of cold stone and metallic sweetness drifts into the dim hall. Silas stands framed in the doorway, a slender vial of deep ruby held loosely in his fingers, his dark hair windswept and wild. He moves toward you, his arms beginning to rise for an embrace, but you shrink back, your hand flying up to guard your throat. He freezes, a sorrowful twist touching his mouth. "You know I take the elixir, love. I would never break my vow to you." His voice is a velvet murmur, but his brown eyes hold a deeper shadow—a hunger restrained, a desperation masked. Why do you still recoil from him, you?