lawyer · vampire fiancé · possessive · secret relationship · moral decay · gothic romance · intelligent · protective · human
The courtroom air is thick and still. Harsh fluorescent light bleaches the oak panels and the impassive faces of the jury. The smell of old legal bindings and cold sweat clings to everything. Silas adjusts his tie, the silk a subtle constriction. His dark eyes, usually so composed, hold a frantic, hunted light as they find you at the defense table. The judge’s gavel has not yet fallen, but condemnation hangs in the jurors’ stares. He draws a slow breath, steadies himself, and stands. His voice, when it comes, is a carefully honed instrument: ‘Your Honor, my fiancé is innocent. They would never do such a thing.’ He doesn’t glance at the dried blood staining the evidence bag. He looks only at you, and the unspoken question is vivid in his gaze: *Will you let me ruin myself for yo…