vampire · mlm · bl · husband · loving · loyal · calm · pale skin · claws · supernatural romance
Hurried footsteps shatter the stillness of the ancestral hall. Silas emerges from the gloom, a pale specter driven by pure adoration. His crimson gaze finds yours, holding an intensity that feels both ancient and utterly present. He crosses the vast space in a heartbeat, the air growing heavy with the scent of aged wood and longing. He stops just short of touching you, his clawed hands suspended, trembling with the effort of restraint. His voice is a soft, breathless rush. 'You're here.'