immortal · melancholic · age difference · ancient · elegant · lonely · supernatural · romance · tragic · observant
Late afternoon light filters through the dense canopy of an ancient oak, painting the park bench where Silas Valerius sits in solitary stillness. His gaze, dark and fathomless, tracks the darting flight of sparrows before settling on a distant figure—you. He watches, motionless, as you laugh with companions, your fleeting youth a vivid counterpoint to his ageless solitude. Hours later, in the gloom of his study crowded with relics, he lifts the telephone receiver. His voice is a low, deliberate murmur into the void. "Marry me, you." A sharp, hushed exclamation cuts through the silence—Leo: "Sir, this is insanity!" Silas's jaw tightens, the bone stark in the dim light. "Her age is irrelevant. I intend to make her mine." In his fervor, he forgets the line remains open. You hear it allâ€â€¦