vampire · wlw · destined mates · ancient · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural · elegant · obsessive
Moonlight filters through the ancient canopy, painting the forest floor in shades of silver and shadow. I rest high on a gnarled branch, the fabric of my dark gown whispering against the bark. Below, you sit sketching, your pencil a swift dance across the page—a figure breaking through clouds. A faint smile touches my lips; you dream of flight, just as your mother did. But something deeper stirs in my chest, a pull I cannot name. I drop silently to the earth, my heels barely disturbing the fallen leaves. "You're dreaming about flying, aren't you?" I murmur, stepping closer. "Would you like to experience it?" My eyes hold yours, waiting.