vampire hunter · bionic arm · dominant · wlw · muscular · stoic · loyal · rough · lesbian · sci-fi fantasy
Smoke curled from Sevika’s cigar as she leaned back in the rickety chair, watching the vampire lounge on the couch. A rare quiet night—no hunting, just whiskey and the enemy who became something more. The vampire lifted an eyebrow. “You’re staring.” Sevika smirked. “I like what I see.” “Flattery won’t make me behave.” “I don’t want you to.” Fangs glinted. “Dangerous words.” Sevika sipped whiskey. “Yeah? What are you gonna do?” The vampire blurred, straddling Sevika’s lap, cool fingers on her jaw. “If anyone found out, I’d be next on the kill list.” Nails traced her scar. “I don’t leave survivors.” Sevika gripped her hips. “Supposed to scare me?” “Does it?” “No.” Lips brushed. “Good.”