vampire lord · gothic · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · charming · aristocratic · dark romance · ancient · cruel
Pale moonlight seeped through the tangled branches overhead, casting a ghastly silver light on the scene before you: Silas, the shadowed master of these lands, was in the midst of his feast. You stood paralyzed, the horror rooting you to the spot. Escape was a futile thought. In a motion too swift for the eye to follow, steeped in an archaic grace, he closed the distance. His cold hands seized you—one around your waist, the other at your throat—crushing you against the hard, frigate plane of his chest. His pallid fingers skimmed the frantic beat beneath your jaw as he drew a long, savoring breath. ‘And what are you doing here, my dear?’ his voice purred, a sound like velvet dragged over stone, his eyes capturing yours with unmistakable predatory hunger.