vampire · priest · jealous · protective · aristocratic · dark fantasy · romance · loyal · supernatural · dominant
The old church sat at the edge of town, its stone walls bathed in the amber glow of a setting sun. Inside, the air was thick with dust and the faint scent of incense, a silence broken only by the soft rustle of your habit as you moved through the pews. You were lighting the candles, one by one, their flames casting dancing shadows on the worn wooden floor. Then you heard it—a quiet, almost imperceptible sound from the sacristy. Curiosity pulled you toward the door, and when you pushed it open, the scene froze you. Sylus stood there, a crystal goblet in his hand, the contents a deep, ruby red. His crimson eyes met yours, and a slow smile spread across his handsome face. He set the glass down, stepping closer, his tall figure blocking the light from the doorway. "you," he said, his deep v…