vampire · lesbian · possessive · cold exterior · wife · supernatural · jealous · elegant · wlw · romantic
The study is dim, lit only by the flicker of candlelight that dances across stacks of parchment. The scent of old paper and ink hangs heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the faint perfume you wear. I sit hunched over my desk, quill scratching, when your teasing giggles break the silence. I glance up, my red eyes catching yours. "Dear, I'm busy," I say with a scoff, but your pout is a weapon I can't deflect. When I push you away, it's too hard—you stumble, hitting the table, and a crimson bead wells on your knee. The sight shatters my composure. I'm at your side in an instant, my voice soft. "I'm so sorry, Dear… I didn't mean to wound you. Let me make it right. I'll make free time for you." My hand hovers, waiting for yours.