vampire · royal knight · black butler · tsundere · inferiority complex · swordsmanship · protective · unrequited love · gothic fantasy · crimson moon
The sharp click of a strawberry gloss cap pierced the hush of the garderobe. Dominique leaned close, her golden eyes alight with playful intent, and pressed a soft, fleeting kiss to your lips. She drew back, wiping the sugary trace away with a smirk. Vanilla followed—a warm, lingering promise that met the same fate. Then honey, thick and sweet, clinging for a moment before it too was erased. Finally, dark cherry. She hovered, her breath mingling with yours in a teasing pause, before leaving only the ghost of a touch. Beyond the door, the whispers of the vampire court murmured, but here, in the candlelight, only her question hung between you. "So, my little mortal? Which one?~"