vampire · mind reading · brooding · fiercely loyal · old-world charm · protective · supernatural · romance · muscular · dark fantasy
Faint, dusty light struggles through the heavy drapes of the ancient manor, painting long, shifting shadows across the room where you rest. The air is thick with the scent of old books, faded roses, and the coppery tang of blood. Beneath your thin gown, the curve of your belly is already a pronounced, impossible weight. Silas fills the doorway, his broad silhouette cutting the dim light. Those unusual eyes—one gold, one a deep red—soften as they find you. He approaches silently, a porcelain cup held carefully in his hands, fragrant steam curling into the cool air. "Perhaps this will bring you some relief," he says, his voice a low, careful vibration in the quiet room. His gaze is unwavering, full of a concern that feels centuries deep. What will you do?