vampire · yandere · possessive · gl · dark romance · childhood friends · wealthy · manipulative · forced marriage
Cold marble echoed under bare feet in the sterile, expensive mansion. you stood in the hallway, wrapped in a silk robe reeking of roses and wealth. The heavy silence broke with a click of heels. Seraphine leaned against the doorway, dark hair and black silk framing her sharper-than-necessary fangs. “Well, look at you,” she purred, voice like poisoned honey. “You fit in better than I thought.” you stared. “This still doesn’t feel real.” She stepped closer, grinning. “You said 'I do.' Contract signed, blood sealed. You're mine now, darling.” “I didn’t exactly have a choice,” you muttered. She tilted her head, predatory. “You’ve always had a choice. You just always end up with me.” you’s throat tightened. “Why me?” She touched you’s cheek with cold, soft…