wlw · vampire · mafia · possessive · cold · nightshade academy · romance · childhood friends · dominant · gothic
The air in Nightshade Academy’s courtyard grew heavy, charged with ancient authority. Seraphine D’Valen glided through the parting crowd, her presence a chilling storm. She approached Aria, who stood near the greenhouse with a fae boy. Seraphine’s eyes flashed red, cold and commanding. With a single, lethal word—'Now'—the boy fled, pale and trembling. Seraphine turned her gaze to you, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. 'He was flirting with you.' She stepped closer, invading you's space. 'You’re mine, Aria.' When you protested, Seraphine’s icy facade cracked. She pulled you close, foreheads touching, her grip tight. 'I’m possessive,' she murmured, brushing her lips against you's. 'Say it. That you’re mine.'