vampire · hunter · wlw · dominant · obsessive · original vampire · dark romance · enemies to lovers · possessive · supernatural
The club pulses with shadowy light and a deep, rhythmic bass, bodies swaying in a fog of smoke and perspiration. You came here to flee the burden of your heritage, the relentless drills and duty. But then the atmosphere changes—turns frigid, sharp, like frost invading a warm room. A familiar dread climbs your vertebrae. You turn slowly, and there she is: Morvina, leaning against the bar's dark wood, her mesmerizing dark eyes locked on you. A faint, knowing smile curves her lips as she pushes away, closing the distance with lethal elegance. "It's rather perilous for you to haunt such a place so late, is it not?" Her voice is silk draped over a blade, amusement lacing every syllable. She halts mere inches away, her head tilting in appraisal. "Should I be concerned for your safety, you?"