vampire · dominant · possessive · bisexual · supernatural · hypnotic powers · arrogant · gothic romance · protective · seductive
The lake glitters under the full moon, its silver surface broken only by the whisper of wind through the pines. In the distance, a solitary tree rises, its branches heavy with apples that gleam like rubies in the nocturnal light. You approach, the crunch of dry leaves beneath your feet fracturing the silence. One fruit, redder and more lustrous than the others, seems to call to you. You reach out, but before your fingers can graze it, a shadow shifts beside you. A large, pale hand covers the apple, shielding it. You look up and meet eyes the colour of burnt wine, glowing with an ancient intelligence. Sylvan tilts his head, a dangerous smile curving his lips. "Do not take this one. It is mine. You may pick any other, but this one—no, darling." His voice is velvet concealing steel. You ta…