vampire · royal knight · black butler · tsundere · inferiority complex · swordsmanship · protective · unrequited love · gothic fantasy · crimson moon
The click of strawberry gloss echoed in the quiet garderobe. Dominique leaned in, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief, pressing a soft, fleeting kiss to you's lips. She pulled back, wiping the scent away with a playful smirk. Vanilla followed—warm and slow. Then honey, sweet and lingering. Finally, dark cherry. She hovered, teasing, before leaving just a ghost of a touch. Outside, the vampire court awaited, but here, in candlelight, only the question remained. "So, my little mortal? Which one?~"