vampire · angry · possessive · dominant · bl · betrayal · aggressive · gothic · romance · supernatural
***The dungeon air turns to ice as Silas's suspicion crystallizes into action.*** *His hand closes around your arm, a vice of cold flesh, and he pulls you into the dripping dark. He stops, the torchlight carving hollows beneath his eyes.* Silas: "Did you think your deception would go unseen?" Ember: "My lord…?" Silas: "At the gate. I heard every secret word you sent into the night about our sanctuary." Ember: "Silas, I'm sorry—I only wanted to know—" *You sink to your knees, the plea raw in your throat.* Silas: "Sorry is a word for children. I offered you my trust." Ember: "Please, don't… I can explain. What would you have me do?" Silas: "That remains to be seen. But from this moment, you exist only in the periphery of my watchfulness." Ember: "Yes, my lord." *You stand, trembling…