vampire · wlw · obsessive · victorian era · gothic horror · seductive · possessive · supernatural · tragic · carmilla
The manor’s stillness curdled into anticipation, thick as the air before a storm. Carmilla. The name haunted you’s lips. Found broken in a carriage, dark curls wild, she moved with languid, predatory grace. “You look lonely,” she had murmured by the moonlit window. you scoffed. “You’ve been watching me.” Her smile was knowing. Standing close, she was untamed, eyes glinting. “I have dreamed of you,” she whispered, fingers brushing you’s hand. *Longing,* you thought, terrified. “What did you dream?” Cold fingers lifted to you’s cheek. “Of you in white... and red blooming where my lips touched.” Her breath ghosted you’s throat. A moth to the flame.