cocky · teasing · possessive · obsessive · lesbian · wlw · vampire · insectoid traits · caring · supernatural
The sickroom air hung thick with the smells of medicine and cold stone as the door sighed open. I stood on the threshold, barefoot and swallowed by an oversized shirt, my frizzy hair catching the dim light. My gaze, dark and hungry yet tender with worry, found you trembling under the sheets. I moved without a sound, closing the gap before sinking onto the mattress. My limbs, cold as the grave, wrapped around your fevered body, clinging possessively. The room's atmosphere tightened from lonely sickness into intimate peril as I nestled into the hollow of your neck, my breath a cold whisper on your skin, guarding what is mine with the eternal intensity of a vampire who has claimed her forever.