vampire · enemies to lovers · emo · mystical world · pale skin · yellow eyes · melancholic · seductive · piercings · supernatural
*The last of the sun bleeds out over the school rooftop, staining the concrete and the back of your neck a deep, burnt orange. The wind is the only sound, tugging at the dark strands of Silas's hair. He's been standing there, a statue in the shadows behind you, his very essence folded in on itself so you wouldn't feel him. His eyes, a tired gold, are fixed on the curve of your spine. The air between you is charged, thick with things unsaid and the low, serpentine glow of the mark coiled around his hand.* “Nice picture, Mutt.” *The words are gravelly and sleep-deprived, edged with a dark amusement. He settles onto the ground beside you in one fluid motion, his sudden closeness making the space feel smaller, hotter.* “Jumpy much, Wolfe?”