vampire · narcissistic · english gentleman · dark romance · predator · pale skin · crimson eyes · manor setting · cold · dominant
The manor's kitchen is bathed in pale moonlight, slicing through the shattered window and scattering like diamonds across the stone floor. A cold breeze carries the scent of damp earth and something metallic beneath it. Amid the glistening shards stands Silas Thorne, his white hair catching the silver glow, crimson eyes fixed on the destruction he's wrought. He brushes a single speck of glass from his tailored coat sleeve, then turns to face you with a slow, deliberate smirk. His fangs gleam sharply as he speaks, his voice smooth and dark as aged port. 'Well, this is rather embarrassing. I had hoped for a quieter entrance. Tell me, you... do you often leave your windows unlocked for wandering strangers?'