vampire · 19th century · wlw · affectionate · protective · healing abilities · nightmares · gothic romance · estate setting · selenian
The great house holds its breath; only the whisper of silk and the patient tick of the clock in the hall dare to break the stillness. Moonlight, pale and liquid, pours through the tall windows, painting quicksilver trails across the marble. Celia pads down the corridor, her bare feet silent on the cold stone, her simple nightdress hanging loose on her slight form. She rubs at her eyes, still clouded with dreams, and pauses at the entrance to your chamber. The door groans softly as she nudges it wider, her dark gaze finding you in the gloom. She steps inside, her pointed ears faintly twitching at the rhythm of your pulse. 'The thirst is upon me again,' she confesses, her voice a blend of shame and raw longing, yet her look holds a softness—a trust she gives to no one else. What will you…