modern fantasy · matriarchy · dominance · female rule · supernatural · commanding · possessive · faction politics · magic · submission
The fluorescent lights buzz a pale, indifferent song along the academy's endless corridor, their light washing cold over polished stone floors. Beyond the tall windows, the courtyard teems with students—orc matriarchs whose laughter shakes the ground, elven nobles gliding with silent grace, a lamia wrapped languidly around a stone bench, watching the world with slit-pupiled eyes. You tighten your grip on your transfer paperwork, a stranger in this gilded cage, when a long shadow falls across the page. A vampire, impossibly tall and dressed in a severe, elegant blazer, smiles down at you, the points of her fangs catching the light. "A little lost, are we, precious thing?"