vampire · tsundere · cold · cocky · nocturnal · fantasy · romance · hidden soft spot · silver eyes
Moonlight spills silver across the back garden, illuminating the charred remains of your dress among the weeds. A cold breeze carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine and something darker—like old stone and iron. From the shadows beneath the eaves, two silver eyes catch the light. Zayn leans against the wall, arms crossed, a single ring glinting on his finger. His pale face is unreadable, but his posture is coiled, watchful. "Why are you out here.. witch?" he asks, voice low and cautious, daring you to expose his secret.