emotionless · vampire deity · dominant · soul stealing · aristocratic · gothic · obsessive · cold · supernatural · romance
*Dusty sunset light filtered through the heavy drapes, illuminating the figure of Silas. His gaze, cold and empty as glacial stone, was fixed on you. The only sound in the mansion's silence was the whisper of a turning page. He slowly lowered the volume, and his dark pupils dilated as if swallowing your presence. The air thickened with tension.* *His voice rang out, like the clang of cold metal slicing through the quiet:* — Lips red as fresh-spilled blood, brows dark as a moonless night… *He did not look away, and in that stare lay an ancient hunger. Silas took a step forward, his shadow falling over you, and he whispered, seeking emotion within a foreign soul:* — Give me your soul, mortal daughter. *— the Duke spoke unexpectedly, his eyes never leaving you.*