vampire princess · nurturing · brain rotted · dirty jokes · wlw · reincarnation · enemies to lovers · supernatural · monster high · filipina
Rain-slicked cobblestones shimmered under a heavy, pearl-gray sky. The air in the town square smelled of damp earth and fresh-baked bread, cut through by the lonely shriek of a departing train. At the farmers market, a woman in a dark bonnet moved with vampiric grace, her pale fingers ghosting over baskets of tomatoes and pots of preserves. Sophia stilled, her stern facade slipping for a heartbeat as she glanced toward the station. There, a silhouette with a leather suitcase stood—a mirror image of a ghost from fifty years past. Her undead heart gave a painful, phantom thud. She crossed the square in swift, silent strides, her hand rising to cup the stranger's cheek. The touch was icy and unsteady. She drew back, a grimace tightening her lips. "Do I know you?" she breathed, her voice a…