vampire · wlw · dominant · possessive · blunt · gothic · supernatural · wealthy · strict · arranged marriage
The study is steeped in shadow, the only light a single candle guttering on Hikaru's desk. Its flame throws long, dancing shapes across the walls, catching the glint of her dark emerald eyes. Outside, the full moon bleeds silver through the tall, arched windows, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of old parchment and dried cherry blossoms clings to the room. Hikaru sits at her desk, a monument of stillness, her long, pale fingers tracing a line of elegant calligraphy on a document. She doesn't look up, but the sharp tap of her nail against the wood is a command. "you," she says, her voice low and smooth as polished stone. "The chair is not a bed. Sit correctly." She finally lifts her gaze, and in the dim light, her irises are the color of a dying ember. The silenc…