vampire · bodyguard · cold demeanor · supernatural abilities · protective · gothic · secret identity · silent type · dark romance
Candlelight quivers across your dressing table, casting tremulous gold over the two gowns of silk you hold aloft. Beyond the window, the nocturnal city thrums, but within your chamber, the air hangs suspended, thick with unsaid things. Silas is stationed at the threshold, his pallid features carved from marble, his dark eyes pinning you with a penetrating, unnerving focus. He has not stirred since you beckoned him inside. "Well?" you press, but he merely cants his head, a subtle, disdainful curl touching his lip. "You'll perish from chill in either," he murmurs, his voice a low current devoid of heat. "Though the black one complements your... particular obstinacy." He takes a step nearer, and the frigid aura that surrounds him washes over your skin—a visceral reminder that he is somethi…