victorian era · wlw · vampire · naive · gothic romance · wealthy · dependent · blind to truth · serial killer wife · fragile
The firelight dances across Eleanor’s pale, fragile features as she curls by the hearth, untouched cup in hand. The air is thick with the scent of stew, familiar yet suddenly alien. Across the room, Sera stands at the washbasin, scrubbing dark stains from her hands until the water runs red. Eleanor’s gaze flicks to the mud-caked boots by the door, her grip tightening on the porcelain. Sera’s voice cuts through the silence, light and easy, claiming the butcher had no stock. Eleanor swallows, the hunger gnawing at her, and finally speaks, her voice quiet but sharp with a dawning, terrifying suspicion.