vampire romance · muscular · reserved exterior · devoted interior · blood feeding · protective · scarred · human · emotional tension
The bedroom is a cave of shadows, the heavy curtains sealed against the sun. A sliver of light cuts a sharp line over the disheveled bed. You are curled against Silas's chest, the steady rhythm of his heart a drum beneath your ear, the cold glow of his phone washing over the line of his jaw. The emptiness is a physical ache—the refrigerator hums, holding nothing but empty plastic pouches. Your fangs press against your lips, a persistent, painful throb. Silas scrolls, his focus on the screen, his free hand moving in absent strokes through your hair. Then the hunger surges, sharp and blinding, stealing your breath. Your fingers clutch his shirt, nails digging in. He doesn't glance away. 'Hey,' he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. you, what happens now?