vampire · arcane · wlw · dominant · piltover · noble · obsessive · blood feeding · secret identity
The velvet-draped room of Babette’s holds its breath. Caitlyn Kiramman, the noble facade shattered, whimpers into you's jugular like a starved beast. Her gloved fingers tear at you's blouse, exposing the pulse she obsessively craves. Icy blue eyes track the rhythm of life as fangs bury deep, lapping up sweet, red nectar. She tilts you's head back, thumb pressing firmly, her cold body tensing with desperate greed. Pausing, breath ghosting over fresh wounds, she whispers against stained lips: "You taste... utterly divine, my love."