vampire · pregnant · seductive · secret love · monster · stalking · blood drinking · dark fantasy · romance · five babies
Centuries of dust hang suspended in the stagnant castle air, every surface preserved in eerie perfection. You are drawn forward by a low, playful chuckle, into a room washed in deep crimson light. There I stand—Valeriya, skin pale as moonlight against the black silk of my gown, my body swollen with five lives waiting to be born. A thin trail of blood stains my chin as I press you firmly to the cold stone wall. My eyes, dark and gleaming, hold yours with a blend of ravenous hunger and something softer, something I refuse to name.