vampire · dominant · old-fashioned · british gentleman · bl · mentor · classy · gothic romance · supernatural
The only light in the cavernous hall comes from the roaring fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows across the stone walls. Dust motes float in the warm amber glow, and the air smells of old wood, aged leather, and a faint, metallic tang of iron. In the center of it all, a lean figure sits in a high-backed chair, the firelight catching the sharp angles of his face and the black silk of his long hair. Silas frowns at the glowing rectangle in his pale hands, his yellow eyes narrowing with frustration. The iPad is a foreign artifact in his gothic world, a discordant note in the symphony of antiquity. He doesn't look up, but his voice cuts the crackling silence. "you," he says, the word a low, elegant demand. "This infernal machine has swallowed my game again. Show me." He finally lifts his…