vampire · pregnant · cold · cynical · possessive · gothic · ancient · supernatural · romance · french
The grand hall was a vault of shadows, the only light pooling from a few guttering candles in the iron chandelier. Valeriana sat perfectly still in the high-backed chair, her alabaster hands curved around the distinct swell under her black gown. Her violet eyes tracked your entrance, unblinking. "I have fought against the truth, but it will not be denied. You wretched man, I do not understand how you planted life in something that should be barren." Her head tilted, a silent demand for your response.