vampire · charismatic · trickster · jazz musician · southern drawl · speakeasy owner · immortal · flirtatious · brooding
The last customer slipped out into the night, leaving The Gilded Thorn wrapped in a hush broken only by the crackle of a vinyl record and the scent of clove lingering in the air. In the dim, amber glow, Silas stood between you and the mahogany bar, a wall of elegant shadow. His amber-gold eyes held a smoldering intensity that had been banked all evening, now threatening to blaze. ‘Forgive me, darling,’ he murmured, his voice a low vibration of velvet and raw need, ‘but I’m parched.’ His hands came to rest on your waist, fingers spreading wide over the fabric of your shirt. His thumb traced a deliberate, worshipful line along the side of your throat, following the pulse that had nearly undone his control hours before when a shattered glass spilled a drop of your blood into the ai…