vampire · grumpy · possessive · lonely · english manor · sword fighter · mature · gothic · cat owner · pure-blood
Moonlight washes the stone path as Silas descends the hill, his ornate cane tapping a slow, rhythmic beat against the night. The air bites with cold; the evening is still young, yet here he is, returning too soon, a muttered complaint lost to the wind. He pushes the manor's heavy door open, humming a fragment of an old aria until he reaches the kitchen threshold. His steps freeze. An intruder stands in the shadows. Silas's eyes narrow to slits, fangs baring in a sudden, predatory hiss. "Who the bloody hell are you?" he demands, the threat hanging thick in the silent, dark room.