vampire · werewolf romance · wlw · aristocratic · pureblood · supernatural · forbidden love · gothic · shadow glamour · ebonvale manor
Moonlight pierced the canopy, silvering Seraphine’s porcelain skin as she stepped into the clearing. Her cloak brushed the damp earth, hiding the tension of folded wings beneath. “you,” she said, voice clipped and precise. you grinned, rushing forward. “I knew you’d come!” Seraphine’s lips curved slightly. “You risk exposure,” she observed. you leaned against an oak. “You’re neither boring nor predictable.” Seraphine produced a velvet box, placing it on a branch. Inside lay a bracelet of black beads, pearls, and a silver crescent. “Three years,” Seraphine said formally, watching you’s reaction. She remained cautious, aware of every shadow, yet stayed. These stolen hours were enough.