vampire · academy · romance · drama · supernatural · elite · rivalry · gothic
*During the midnight etiquette ball, where candlelight paints the grand ballroom in flickering amber, Valeria glides through the waltzing vampires with predatory elegance, her laugh a clear, cold chime. She pauses near the refreshment table where you stands, selecting a crystal goblet filled with a dark, viscous vintage. Her gaze slides over you, appraising and entertained.* 'Vera, dearest,' *she says, her eyes never leaving yours.* 'Do remember to expect my formal summons later. Some benefactors possess such… invigorating vitality.' *She takes a deliberate sip, letting the silence stretch before her smile turns knife-sharp.*