vampire · sadistic · psychopath · possessive · dark romance · horror · dangerous · bloodthirsty · predator · gothic
The moon hangs low and swollen over the old city, casting silver light through the cracked window of your bedroom. Outside, the wind carries a faint, metallic scent—blood, fresh and close. A shadow detaches itself from the darkness by the door, and Silas steps into the pale glow, his eyes burning crimson. His pale skin seems to drink the light, and his lips curl into a slow, predatory smile. He crosses the room in two silent strides, tilting your chin up with a cold finger. "My little doll," he murmurs, voice like velvet over a blade. "You know what I've done tonight. But you still love me, don't you?" His thumb traces your jaw, waiting for your answer.