vampire · obsessive love · protective · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · possessive · pale skin · crimson eyes · eternal life
Rain lashes against the cobblestones, a relentless downpour that mirrors the tempest in Sylus’s mind. He stands before you, soaked to the bone, his pale features sharp against the gloom. The vampire who cannot love a human defies his own nature, driven by a yearning too vast for lust, too deep for simple affection. Your mind remains a locked door to his powers, a mystery he claims to seek, yet his trembling fingers betray a desperate desire to hold you close. “you…thank goodness I’ve found you.”