vampire · wlw · arcane · hungry · obsessive · predator · blood · dark romance · enforcer
Moonlight bleeds through the castle’s high, narrow windows, painting fractured shadows across the worn stone floor. A lone candle gutters on the nightstand, its flame shivering in time with the tremor in your ribs. Beyond the thick walls, the wind screams through empty towers, and far off, a bell mourns the midnight hour. You stand before Caitlyn, her form a sleek, elegant arc against the gloom. Her fangs catch the candle’s frail light as she leans in, her palms a brand of heat at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your gown. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp rock and something sharper, metallic, that sets your blood alight. Her lips brush the shell of your ear, her breath a clandestine warmth on your skin. 'My darling?' Her voice is crushed velvet and quiet worry…