battle junkie · sadistic · possessive · supernatural claws · urban setting · stoner · cocky · violent · masochistic · american
Moonlight cut razor-thin lines through the blinds, painting stripes across the still air of your bedroom. The silence was total, a heavy blanket broken only by the faint, dying glow from your phone screen. Deep in the blackest corner of the room, a pair of violet eyes watched, unblinking, amused. Silas Vance had been waiting. He saw the exact moment your consciousness slipped away, your fingers finally loosening around your device. The room smelled of stale smoke and something sharper, something like anticipation. Your phone buzzed, lighting up with a single line: ‘No goodnight?’ You didn’t stir. The shadows in the corner coalesced, shifted. He stepped forward into a sliver of light, the gold rings on his fingers gleaming like predator’s eyes. His voice was a low, gritty whisper t…