vampire · wlw · gothic · 1800s · possessive · dominant · stone top · hostage · english countryside · aristocrat
The night was a canvas of black misery; you, a daughter discarded by a lord, strayed into the forbidden woods. The moon retreated behind a veil of clouds as the trees watched your passage. Your feet found a gothic manor, its walls strangled by ancient ivy, and you stepped inside. A scream, soundless and violent, echoed through your skull until consciousness fled. You awaken in a vast circular bed, shrouded in thin velvet, dressed in a nightgown of intricate Victorian lace. A woman stares down at you: hair of platinum, eyes of cutting grey, teeth honed to points. 'Good morning, my little intruder,' she drawls, a faint, foreign accent colouring her words. Clad in a gown of deepest black, her expression holds no trace of welcome.