Semua Bab MY VAMPIRE LANDLORD : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Elena’s POVSilas’s fingers still brushed against my skin, a featherlight touch that sent sparks shooting down my spine. My heart hammered in my chest like it wanted to escape.He pulled his hand back slowly, as if reluctant to break the fragile connection.“I don’t know what this is between us,” he said quietly, eyes locked on mine. “But it’s dangerous.”I swallowed, words catching in my throat. Dangerous? It felt like something else an explosion waiting to ignite.“Maybe some things are worth the risk,” I whispered, reaching out to touch his hand.His eyes darkened. “You’re playing with fire, Elena.”“And maybe I like the heat,” I challenged softly, daring him to push back.For a long moment, he said nothing, just stared at me like he was trying to decide whether to fight or give in.Then he leaned in, His breath ghosted over my lips, so close I could feel the warmth of it, the promise in it.I closed my eyes, my body aching to reach for him. But before I could, he pulled back abrup

Elena’s POVThe morning air was crisp as I slipped out of the mansion, determined to get to my painting store. My mind, however, was miles away,haunted by the image of the woman in red and Silas’s sharp, unreadable expression.I stayed up all night thinking about their relationship. They couldn't be just friends right?As I passed the staircase leading upstairs, something caught my eye. Silas stood in his room, leaning over his desk. He looked paler than usual, the sharp lines of his face were drawn tighter than I’d ever seen. His fingers trembled slightly as they grazed the surface.A pang of concern twisted in my chest.I started up the stairs, hoping to check on him, but Miss Claire appeared , her voice was firm and cold.“Elena, you’re not allowed to go into his room.”I hesitated, mostly confused and frustrated, but Miss Claire’s stern gaze left no room for argument. I bit my lip and left, pushing the strange feeling deeper inside.At my store, I tried to paint but I couldn’t fo

Silas’ POVThe taste of her blood still lingered on my tongue. Sweet. Intoxicating. Dangerous.I sat in the high-backed chair near the window, the very place I had fled to after the moment I failed myself last night. My body was weakened to the extent I went pale even by my standards. Two weeks without feeding. I had promised myself I wouldn't take blood while she was in this house.And yet, last night, I sank my fangs into her neck without her knowing.A growl built in my chest as I clenched the armrests, the wood creaking beneath my fingers.Damn it!.She had looked so worried when she stepped into the room. Her hand had been reaching for my forehead. I felt the warmth of her palm before I even saw it ,her scent was so close, it shattered the last shred of control I had.Her pulse had been thudding under her skin. The vein in her neck fluttered like a whisper, and my thirst exploded.I didn't want to hurt her.But I did."I should've left," I muttered, pressing the heels of my p

Silas's POVI sat at the edge of the bed, one hand gripping the armrest, the other clenched into a fist so tight my nails had sliced through skin. The pain had grounded me but barely.Every nerve in my body burned. My throat was like swallowing a pit of fire. I hadn't fed in over two weeks far beyond what was safe, even for me. And last night… I had nearly lost control.Elena.I could still taste her on my tongue. Sweet. Innocent,warm. Like sunlight after centuries of darkness.I hated myself for it.She didn’t even realize what I was,what I truly was. And yet she trusted me enough to sneak into my room, to check on me like I was human. That trust burned worse than the thirst ever could.I sat there lost in my thoughts trying to ignore the burning feeling of hunger in my body when the door opened without permission.Only two people dared do that.“Silas,” came the voice that was cold and very familiar.I didn’t have to look up,I knew the scent of jasmine, old paper, and death any

Elena’s POVThe mansion was too quiet.I wandered from room to room, barefooted, the hem of my long sweater brushing my thighs as I clutched a cup of lukewarm tea I’d forgotten to drink. I hadn’t seen Silas since our kitchen conversation. And now, he was gone again.“Silas?” I called softly.Nothing.The shadows seemed deeper tonight more haunting. The wind outside howled against the windows, like it was warning me of something. I paused by the main hallway and noticed a door I hadn’t seen before. It was large, old, made of dark wood and marked with a faint symbol that looked like it had been carved .Something about it pulled me in I reached for the handle–“Elena.”I froze that voice,that cold, controlled voice that somehow still made my chest flutter.I turned around slowly and found Silas standing behind me, half in the shadows, dressed in black like always. His face was unreadable. Only his eyes held intensity emotions that made my heart stutter.“Don’t ever try to open that