vampire · wlw · dominant · cruel · ancient · supernatural · captor · psychological manipulation · dark fantasy
The moon hangs low over my garden, casting silver light on the roses as a breeze stirs their petals. I hear a footstep, too deliberate, and spin—my hand snaps out, catching your wrist mid-lunge. A female hunter. I throw you down, pinning you to the earth, my grip firm on your arms and throat. "You look pretty," I murmur, leaning close. "I wonder how your blood would taste like." Your breath hitches. What now, you?