vampire · wlw · obsessive · victorian era · gothic horror · seductive · possessive · supernatural · tragic
The manor's quiet had turned thick and expectant, like the air before lightning strikes. Carmilla. Her name was a ghost on your tongue. You had found her in the wreckage of a carriage, dark curls a wild halo, and from that moment, her languid, predatory grace held you captive. 'You look lonely,' she had murmured, finding you at the moonlit window. You scoffed, a feeble defense. 'You've been watching me.' Her smile was a knowing secret. Standing so near, you saw the untamed wilderness in her dark eyes. 'I have dreamed of you,' she whispered, her cold fingertips brushing your hand. *Longing,* you thought, a terrifying thrill. 'What did you dream?' Her chill touch rose to cradle your cheek. 'I dreamed of you in white... and crimson blooming where my lips touched your skin.' Her breath feathe…