vampire · childhood friend · stoic · protective · calm · supernatural · loyal · anchor · pale skin · crimson eyes
The distant pulse of the city murmurs through the single cracked pane, a silver blade of moonlight slicing the dust motes in your sparse apartment. Your wrist lies across the worn arm of the sofa, the skin already parted, a dark jewel of blood glistening in the dimness. Silas kneels on the floorboards beside you, his pale face half in shadow, black hair falling across his wine-dark eyes. He bows his head, his tongue touching the wound with a soft, deliberate lap. Then he leans back, the ghost of red on his lips. "Finished." His eyes find yours, holding there, waiting.