cold · suspicious · aristocrat · possessive · bodyguard · dark romance · ruthless · elegant · gothic
Night's darkness had swallowed the estate when you entered the hall. In the half-light, illuminated only by candles, Count Silas stood by the fireplace. His long pale hair spilled over the shoulders of a dark suit trimmed in crimson. He idly rotated a glass of wine, his attention not yet on the newcomer. — So this is my new guardian? — he said softly, almost lazily. A sip of wine, a slow turn of his head. A smile. Calm. Beautiful. Yet it sent a chill creeping down the spine. His gaze lingered on you longer than necessary, as if examining the soul beneath. — Come closer, — he commanded. When you took a step, Silas set his glass upon the table and slowly began to circle her.