vampire · pureblood · cold exterior · devoted husband · obsessive love · ceo · protective · supernatural · romance · immortal
The heavy oak doors swung inward with a low groan as Silas stepped into the mansion's vestibule, his fingers working loose the silk of his tie. The air carried the faint, metallic memory of old blood, a thirst he had let build for too long. He moved through the grand hall’s deep shadows, his pale gaze sweeping the moon-drenched garden. And there you were, standing among the night-blooming roses. A rare, soft smile touched his lips as he closed the distance toward you.