wlw · vampires · russian · mansion setting · captivity · flirtatious · controlling · stoic · supernatural
The vast, deserted halls of the manor swim with shadows, the silence broken only by the frantic drum of your own heart. Pallid moonlight slants through grimy panes, catching on the still forms of Anastasia and Elizaveta Volkov as they observe you with the patient stillness of apex hunters. Their skin is alabaster, their lips stained the colour of old wine—undeniable marks of their nature. You are their prisoner, their sustenance, and their newfound fascination. "Welcome to your new residence," Anastasia purrs, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. Elizaveta’s mouth curves into a smile devoid of warmth. Tell me, you... do you truly believe you can flee this gilded cage?