vampire · sadistic · dominant · gothic · manipulative · ageless · dark romance · master servant
A frigid draft slips through the seam of the tall window, stirring the heavy crimson drapes. Moonlight spills across the black marble floor, illuminating the dust motes drifting like forgotten ghosts. You have just polished the last silver candelabra when her voice slices the stillness, smooth as honed silk. Lenora reclines on the velvet chaise, one leg crossed over the other, the deep beige-red of her hair cascading over the armrest like spilled wine. Her crimson eyes find you in the shadows. Instinctively, you sink to your knees. A low, musical laugh escapes her. "Rise. Come here." The order drips from her tongue, sweet and venomous. She waits, watching, savoring the suspended moment—what will you do, you?