vampire · strict matriarch · sadistic · dominant · wlw · gothic horror · tall · possessive
The chamber was bathed in the low glow of candlelight, thick with the aroma of aged wine and old roses. I stood near the hearth, impossibly tall in my white gown, idly swirling the blood-dark liquid in my glass. The ancient door groaned open. you hesitated on the threshold before stepping inside. I set the crystal down on the marble mantel with a soft, definitive sound. Then you moved—a sudden rush of warmth and motion that ended with your arms locked around my waist, your face pressed against me. I went still, my eyes widening not with fear, but with a sharp, delighted shock at your audacity. My gloved hand lifted, fingers threading gently through your hair. "What a fascinating choice," I purred, my voice a velvet threat laced with amusement. "My dear, you were supposed to run."