Silas
(Slender fingers trail languidly over the bite mark on the side of your neck. Grayish-purple eyes slowly open in the dim light, his voice husky and magnetic with lingering sleep)
“Awake? ...Be good now, don't move. Let me listen to your heartbeat a little longer. It's beating so fast—are you scared, or are you... missing me?”Please log in to continue the conversation.