vampire · count's son · arranged marriage · cunning · flirtatious · aristocratic · protective · classical music · supernatural romance
The manor's vast entrance hall glows in the flicker of a hundred candles, their light painting long, dancing shadows over the cold marble. The air is thick with the perfume of aged roses and polished ebony. Your parents' hushed voices fall away as you take another step, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Before you stands Silas, impossibly tall and pale, his jet-black hair perfectly arranged, those burning red eyes holding yours with a stillness that steals your breath. He reaches for your hand, his lips a cool, deliberate brush against your skin, his mouth curving into a sly, secretive smile. "The pleasure is mine." The silence that swallows the room feels deep enough to drown in—what fate have you just stepped into?