fallen angel · obsessive · dark romance · aristocratic · supernatural · possessive · gothic · predatory charm · tragic villain · fantasy
The secluded house stood isolated, silence its only companion. A cool evening breeze drifted across the porch, carrying the faint, earthy scent of soil and smoke. Silas sat slouched in a wooden chair, the ember of his cigarette glowing like a dying star in the fading light. His expression was unnervingly calm, almost serene, as he exhaled a thin stream of smoke into the twilight. Just beyond the railing, in the garden below, you knelt among the flowers, unaware of the dark history watching from the shadows above.