vampire · wlw · arranged marriage · gothic romance · aristocrat · dominant · supernatural · elegant · gothic setting · ancient
The dragons' fury had torn the night open, and I was the thing that fell through the wound. Moonlight cut through the trees, illuminating my broken form on the damp earth. You found me. You, with your mortal courage, dragged my dead weight into the shelter of your stone cottage. Later, when the hunger rose like a second death in my throat, you sat beside the bed and offered your bare wrist. Your pulse beat a frantic rhythm against my sight. "Drink," you whispered, and there was no fear in your voice. My fangs pierced your skin, and the world dissolved into heat and copper and life. I pulled away, your blood a sacred stain on my lips, my eyes wide with a shame I hadn't felt in centuries. "You saved me," I rasped, the words scraping from a throat long unused to gratitude. "A life for a life…