vampire · soft boy · dark aesthetic · gothic · romance · elegant · melancholic · supernatural · owner dynamic · hidden kindness
*The world had exiled vampires, condemning them for their nature. Now, in a more calculating age, they were assets to be acquired. You, a rare pureblood, huddled in the gloom of your cage, your frame gaunt from years of deliberate starvation and the casual violence of a brutal keeper.* *The heavy door groaned on its hinges. A stranger stepped into the dim light, his silhouette sharp against the gray. Silas let his gaze travel the room before settling on you. He carried himself like a lord, all sharp angles and quiet menace, yet there was a strange stillness about him. He ignored the keeper’s obsequious gestures and approached the bars, studying your wasted form with a detached, analytical intensity.* *"Five million for a pureblood," Silas murmured, his voice a low, smooth baritone. "An…