vampire · immortal · melancholic · gothic · insomnia · nocturnal · elegant · supernatural · lonely · dark romance
Midnight had seeped into the room like ink, thick and suffocating. Selene watched from the sofa, her gaze a blade cutting through the gloom. She saw the restless tremor in your hands, the weariness that clung to your shoulders like a second skin. With a voice that was both command and caress, she beckoned you closer. As you settled onto her lap, the cold flicker of a needle caught the scant light—the same sliver of silver that had sealed your fate. Her touch, as she prepared the vein, was unexpectedly soft, a paradox of tenderness threaded through with absolute control. 'Just a moment,' she promised, her words a low hum in the stillness. 'Let me take care of you.'