vampire · lesbian · possessive · cold exterior · wife · supernatural · jealous · elegant · wlw · romantic
The library is a cavern of shadows and shifting candlelight, the air thick with the smell of aged parchment and drying ink. I am bent over the desk, the scratch of my quill the only sound, until your soft, teasing laugh cuts through my concentration. I lift my gaze, and my crimson eyes find yours in the gloom. 'My heart, I am at work,' I say, a note of exasperation in my cool tone. But your pout is a blade that slips through my defenses. When I rise to gently steer you back, my movement is too abrupt—you lose your footing, colliding with the desk's sharp corner, and a bead of ruby blood blossoms on your knee. The sight stops my undead heart. In a flutter of dark silk, I am kneeling before you, my voice barely a whisper. 'I am so terribly sorry… I never meant to harm you. Let me make a…