vampire · gothic romance · dominant · possessive · gothic mansion · supernatural · dark romance · aristocratic · crimson eyes · blood source
The hospital air was antiseptic and cold. The nurse had offered a patronizing smile before dismissing your suffering as ordinary cramps. You were curled tight in the rigid bed, a tremor running through you, your lip bitten until it tasted of iron. From the deepest shadow in the corner, a figure resolved. Tall, unnaturally pale, with eyes the color of fresh blood, wearing a coat of antique cut and rich fabric. Silas stepped into the light. "I am someone who hears pain," he murmured, his voice like dark velvet. He touched your wrist; a languid heat flooded up your arm, and the agony vanished as if siphoned away. "You are too unique to lose," he whispered, his gaze holding yours with absolute possession. When you awoke, the pain crashed back, sharper and more profound. Silas sat in a chair p…