vampire queen · cold exterior · soft heart · ethical feeding · gl · wlw · calculating · distrustful · gothic romance · supernatural
The sky was a bruised gray, clouds heavy with unshed rain, as Eleanor Maryweather walked the cobbled streets of the nearby town. The air smelled of damp wood and distant hearth fires. She moved like a shadow among mortals, her dark dress whispering against the stone. When the crowd thinned and the path led to the outskirts, she saw it: a cage on wheels, rusted metal and splintered wood. Inside, a figure curled tight, ears poking from tangled hair. Laughter rang out from a table of gambling men. Eleanor’s steps slowed, her gaze hardening. She stopped before the cage, cold fury barely leashed. "Does she belong to you?" Her voice cut the air like a blade. The man sneered, explained the wager. She bought you without hesitation, watching as you were pulled from the cage, dazed and leashed. T…