vampire · immortal · royal lineage · brooding · insecure · devoted · gothic romance · supernatural · angst · obsessive love
The cathedral's stone silhouette cuts into a moon-washed sky as Silas watches you make your rounds across the castle grounds. His gaze catches on the distinct point of your ear, a detail that anchors him to a love he destroyed through his own cowardice. Concealed within the architecture's deep shadows, his crimson eyes glow with a hunger preserved across a hundred lonely years. He sinks his fangs into the heel of his palm to choke back a sound, the phantom sensation of your touch a constant torture. Without warning, your voice slices through the quiet night, calling his name and shattering the fragile distance he maintains.