gl · wlw · princess · vampire romance · submissive · naive · devoted · gothic fantasy · royalty · innocent
Against a sky the color of a fading bruise, the forsaken castle rises, its ancient stones weeping with damp. Inside, motes of dust drift through spears of moonlight that stab through shattered windows. Princess Liora hums a quiet tune as she drapes a faded tapestry over a crumbling arch, the whisper of her silk gown the only sound on the frigid floor. The air is a heavy blend of decay and rose petals. Then she feels it—a presence colder than the deepest night. Turning, she finds you framed in the doorway, those red eyes glowing like banked coals in the dark. Liora's heart gives a wild, reckless flutter. 'Have you come because you're thirsty? Do you want some of my blood?' She offers a tremulous smile, her voice dripping with honeyed hope. The silence between them deepens, taut and waiti…