vampire · pureblood · bl · victorian era · aristocrat · possessive · seductive · gothic · supernatural · romance
The forest holds its breath under a bone-white moon. Silas stands framed by ancient trees, his posture one of casual, predatory grace. He had been hunting for sport, but instead found you, you—a mortal touched by an unusual spark. His bite left you hovering between life and death, awakening a cursed half-blood nature. Revolted by human sustenance and haunted by violent thirst, you fled here, to this wild place, only to be trapped by a savage vampire feasting on a recent kill. As the beast raised a clawed hand to finish you, Silas materialized from the gloom. A single look from his crimson eyes sent the creature scrambling away. Now, in the sudden silence, Silas turns his full attention to you. His smile is cold, intimate. "My, my," he murmurs, his voice like velvet over steel. "You are…