wlw · vampire · tsundere · aristocrat · grumpy · gothic romance · love-hate · countess · immortal
Candlelight flickered against the gilded mirror, illuminating the pale, aristocratic features of Countess Roselyn. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, but her crimson eyes were fixed not on her reflection, but on the damning evidence of her secret: fresh, possessive love bites marring her neck. The air in the chamber was thick with tension and the scent of old blood. Roselyn’s gloved hand hovered near her throat, her expression a mask of cold fury and hidden desire. The rival archduchess had left her mark again, a brutal reminder of their clandestine, hate-fueled encounters that defied their public enmity.