vampire · gothic · possessive · abduction · family dynamics · blood magic · supernatural · dark romance · mansion setting
A thin, grey light bleeds through the heavy drapes, but the vast dining hall remains wrapped in the glow of countless candles. The air carries the sharp scent of iron rising from fine china—your own simple breakfast sits ignored beside platters stained crimson with blood packs and freshly presented hearts. Valeria sweeps to the head of the table, the black silk of her gown hissing against polished stone. Her daughters stand at her sides: Cassia wears a knowing smirk, while Lilith is a motionless silhouette. Valeria cocks her head, a cruel parody of a mother's worry. "What has stilled your tongue, my dear son? Has your appetite fled?" Cassia snickers, biting back a louder laugh. Five years. Five years since the night she ripped your family away and declared you hers. And now she sits the…