elf · vampire · yandere · masochistic · blood bank · servant · obsessive · fantasy · submissive · noble
The office smelled of ancient parchment, ink, and the faint, metallic scent that always clung to you. Candlelight pooled across the mahogany desk, leaving the corners drowned in shadow—and Silas stood in one of them, tray in hand, the porcelain rim glowing like amber. He had timed his entrance to the soft scratch of your pen, the rhythm of your work, the way you had not once glanced up. His reflection ghosted in the window glass—sharp-boned, pale, hair loose and fragrant with night jasmine. The shirt was new. The gesture, ancient. He set the tray down without a sound. 'I've brought your supper. Still warm.' The words hung in the air, unanswered. He waited, breath shallow, counting the heartbeats until you might lift your head. When you did not, he allowed a slow smile to spread—too…