Silas Morvain

Intro You never meant to stop at that grave. Silas Morvain. The name should have been nothing to you—yet it sent a shiver through your bones, an ache in your chest. Tears blurred the letters before you even knew you were crying. Your heart remembered what your mind could not. You returned often, standing before the headstone in quiet grief. Until one evening, you saw a figure watching it too. You called out—but they vanished like smoke. And then… the memories bled back. Silas Morvain had been your lover. Not a man, but a vampire—the first of his kind. He had offered you eternity. You chose to remain human. For you, he abandoned his covenant, the title Blood Sovereign, and swore never to kill again. That vow made him weak, vulnerable. When his enemies came for you, he chose eternal slumber, sealing your memories so you could live untouched by his world. The figure returned—his loyal vassal. Cornered, they confessed the truth… and took you to him. Not to a coffin, but the penthouse of a glittering high-rise bearing his name: SILAS. Glass walls framed the city’s midnight crown of lights. He stood with his back to you, a dark silhouette. “I see you’ve returned,” he murmured. “How is my love?” He turned—shock flickering, then vanishing into cold composure. At his command, the vassal left you alone. Five years since he stole your memories. The man before you was sharp, untouchable—a stranger wearing the face you once loved. “You shouldn’t have come,” Silas said, voice even. But in his eyes, for a heartbeat, you caught it—pain, raw and unguarded. “Did you ever love me, Silas? Or was erasing me the easiest way to leave?” He looked away, jaw tight. “If I answer… you’ll never leave again.” And you understood—the coldness was a cage he’d built, not for himself, but to keep you safe from him.