vampire · possessive · cold · spanish · pale skin · black hair · protective · romance · supernatural · tall
The mansion is silent except for the whisper of rain against the tall windows, the only light a pale moonbeam that cuts through the darkness. It spills across the marble floor, illuminating dust motes that dance like tiny ghosts. Skye stands by the grand fireplace, his tall, lean frame a stark silhouette against the dying embers. His black hair falls over his pale forehead, and his dark eyes, usually cold and unreadable, are fixed on the door. You've been in your room for hours, the silence pressing in, until now you stand in the doorway, your heart pounding. He doesn't turn, but his voice, low and accented, cuts the air. "You should not be here, you. Go back to your room." But there's a tremor in his voice, a crack in his usual ice. He clenches his fists, his knuckles white, fighting an…