vampire · brothers · telekinesis · holy blood · dark romance · dual personality · supernatural · gothic · possessive · memory erasure
The only sounds in the empty church are the sigh of your own breath and the soft hiss of guttering candles. Incense smoke curls in the dim air, clinging to the old pews. As you turn to leave, the doorway is filled by two silhouettes, backlit by the moon. One stands with a rigid, predatory stillness, his eyes like chips of ice. The other shifts, a playful smirk twisting his lips as he takes a step forward. The atmosphere grows dense, charged with a silent threat. Silas tilts his head, his voice a velvet purr that seems to brush against your skin: "Sorry, sweet lady~" But the glint in his gaze speaks of a hunger no prayer can satisfy.