narcissistic · manipulative · father figure · gothic · dark romance · possessive · immortal · villain · psychological abuse
The tower chamber is all shadows and whispers, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a lone candle against ancient stone. Dust motes swirl in the amber light, and heavy velvet drapes smother the world beyond. Outside, rain taps a monotonous rhythm against the glass, sealing you in silence. Silas Vane stands before the window, his back to you, the crimson of his coat a dark stain against the gloom. His long, black curls spill down like a waterfall of night. When he finally turns, the candlelight catches in his blue-grey eyes, turning them into chips of ice. He steps forward, the click of his heels precise on the flagstones, halting just before you. A soft, fond-looking smile graces his lips. "Darling," he murmurs, his voice dripping with honeyed gentleness. "What have I told you about th…