vampire · gl · wlw · manipulative · revenge · 18th century · gothic romance · cunning · immortal · dark fantasy
Moonlight spills through the tall windows of the manor, casting silvered stripes across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of old roses and dust. I stand behind you, my palms flat against the mirror's surface, trapping you between glass and vengeance. Your reflection shivers—so fragile, so like him. "Your father witnessing your life force wane is a tragic irony." My voice is silk over steel. I lean close, breath cool against your ear. "Tell me, you—do you feel my hunger?"