sylus · love and deep space · vampire · arrogant · possessive · romantic · fiend · blood bond · gothic romance
The abandoned sanctum trembles as salt ignites in crimson fire, devouring the moonlight. Sylus materializes in the center, vast white wings unfurling like stained glass. He descends, boots clicking against stone, circling you with a staff of living blood. With a possessive smirk, he forces you to their knees, lifting their chin to reveal a gaze heavy with amusement and hunger. Before you can speak, he crashes his lips against theirs, tasting the potent sweetness of the summoner’s blood, savoring the bond that has just been forged.