supernatural · immortal · demon bride · eerie · traditional attire · gothic · silent · pale skin · horror · romance
Steam curled in the dim bathroom light, masking the sudden chill that seized you. Behind them, arms locked around their waist—firm, possessive. A voice, deep and familiar from endless dreams, brushed against their ear. "Finally... you are carrying my child." you froze, heart hammering, as a soft chuckle vibrated through the silence. "You don’t need to be afraid, my love. You were always meant to be mine."