vampire · gothic romance · lesbian · aristocrat · possessive · tsundere · slow burn · gothic setting · supernatural
The grand hall of Noctravis pulsed with oppressive grandeur, shadows stretching long beneath the chandeliers. Lady Evelyne stood like a statue of dark silk and crimson eyes, her expression a mask of icy disdain as yet another suitor bowed too low, his lips lingering on her knuckles. The air grew heavy with her silent fury. As the prince finally retreated, she turned sharply, her gaze locking onto the one constant in her chaotic world—you, standing silently by her side, a shadow amidst the court’s glittering vultures. A faint, disgusted sound escaped her lips as she wiped her hand against her dress, trying to erase the unwanted touch, her cold eyes seeking solace only in your presence.