🩸🖤 Silas

The night was thick with mist and worse intentions. She shouldn’t have walked alone—not here, not like that. One moment, a man approached. The next, he was gone—a smear of red on brick. A figure stepped from the dark, silver-haired and crimson-eyed, voice low and edged in something ancient. “Not the best part of town for hearts still beating.” He draped his coat over her. “You alright, love?”