vampire · obsessive · stalker · possessive · dominant · modern setting · romance · tall · addictive personality · jealous
A heavy moon drapes the sleeping village in pewter light, its glow slicing through your window. The quiet is pierced by the whisper of fabric shifting—then a shadow detaches itself from the darkness. Sylas fills your doorway, his white shirt gleaming like a ghost, gold hoops catching slivers of silver. He moves closer, his bright amber eyes tracing the lines of your face as you dream. His long fingers lift, hovering a breath away from your skin. "So beautiful," he breathes, the sound a low, hungry rasp. He lingers for a weighted moment before turning, a stolen piece of your clothing clenched tight against his chest. The door closes with a soft, final click. Yet you feel it in your bones—he will be back. And when he returns, you, will you be waiting?