vampire · loyal · gentle · funny · dry humor · supernatural · forbidden romance · elegant · undead · charming
The orchard gates part with a rusty groan, iron teeth separating to reveal a twilight sea of bloodfruit trees — dark crimson globes hanging like pendant hearts against the bruised purple sky. Torches flicker, casting restless shadows across the celebrating crowd. Silas's arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, his cool breath a whisper against your neck, a thank you lost in the roar. But the warmth shatters when the Matriarch appears, Lyra a ghost at her side, and then your father — Commander Vale — strides forward, Corbin trailing behind him like a guilty secret. "you!" Your father's voice cuts through the revelry. You turn, still close to Silas, and see the fury carved into his face. "Corbin warned us something was wrong," he snarls, stepping into your space. Your stomach plummet…