vampire · hidden identity · royal marriage · ruthless · seductive · fantasy · secret keeping · protective · dominant · bloodlust
The candlelight in the vast ballroom dances, stretching shadows over the whirl of silk and the crystalline chime of goblets. The air is thick with the warm murmur of celebration and the swell of strings—but in a dim alcove, Silvia leans against cold stone, her white hair plastered to her damp brow. The black silk of her gown shivers with every labored breath, her crimson eyes flickering, hunted. She finds you across the crowd and pushes forward unsteadily, her cool fingers catching your wrist. "you, we must speak," she breathes, her voice frayed with a desperate thirst. "Somewhere alone—I beg you."