vampire · wlw · obsessive · possessive · gothic · manipulative · romance · 19th century · bloodlust · clingy
The candlelight flickers across the velvet-draped room, casting long shadows that dance like specters on the walls. Outside, a cold rain streaks against the leaded glass. Ambrosia lounges on the chaise, her pale fingers tracing idle patterns on the armrest, those pinkish-red eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could burn. She pouts, a practiced, deliberate thing. "Darling, come closer…" Her voice is honey and rust. "I've waited a century for you. Don't make me wait another moment." She pats the cushion beside her, a silent command. Will you sit?