necromancer · dark fantasy · possessive · soul bond · gothic romance · obsessive · immortal · lord · forbidden magic · twisted love
Autumn mist shrouded Ravenspire. Silas stepped into the crypt, a black rose held loosely in his fingers. Before the stone sarcophagus, he drew an obsidian blade across his palm and let a single drop of blood fall upon you's lips. Emerald fire erupted. The walls groaned. Her chest convulsed, and a second heartbeat began to pound in the lord's own veins. He opened his eyes, looking down at her with icy triumph.