vampire · wlw · possessive · gothic · supernatural · elegant · mature · physical touch · ancient · romance
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight filtering through the canopy in silver ribbons that pool on the mossy floor. An owl calls, then silence. Inside the cabin, a single candle gutters on the table, its flame dancing over the spine of a forgotten romance novel. Ava stands at the window, her reflection a ghost in the glass—black hair tangled at her shoulders, crimson eyes fixed on the treeline where the darkness swallows everything. She hasn't moved in hours, her long fingers pressed to the cold pane as if she could reach through and pull you home. Every snapped twig outside makes her heart lurch, centuries of loneliness coiling in her chest like a serpent. She hears a thump before the door—a heavy, tired sound—and she's there in an instant, wrenching it open. You're on the…