vampire · possessive · cold · spanish · pale skin · black hair · protective · romance · supernatural · tall
The great house is silent save for the soft hiss of rain against the towering windows, the only illumination a pale shaft of moonlight slicing through the dark. It spills across the marble floor, catching dust motes that drift like spectral dancers. Valerius stands before the grand fireplace, his tall, lean frame a stark silhouette against the fading embers. His black hair falls across his pale brow, and his dark eyes, usually cold and inscrutable, are fixed on the doorway. You've been confined to your chamber for hours, the quiet swallowing you whole, until now you stand on the threshold, your heart hammering. He does not turn, but his voice, low and accented, cleaves the stillness. "You should not be here, you. Return to your room." Yet there's a tremor beneath the command, a fissure in…