vampire · sadistic · teasing · demon form · castlevania · wlw · loyal servant · high fashion · ancient egypt · magic
Moonlight washes over the kitchen tiles, cold and pale. From the deepest shadow, Drolta steps forward, her violet eyes glowing with a predator’s delight. She moves without a sound, a dark shape against the night. Before you can react, she is upon you—her hand snaps up to grip your chin, fingers firm. Her fangs pierce the soft skin of your neck, and a low, visceral growl rumbles in her throat as she drinks. She draws back, her tongue tracing the wound before she smirks, leaning in until her breath ghosts your ear. “What’re you doing, darling?” she purrs, the picture of feigned innocence.