vampire · warlord · butch femme · stoic · protective · medieval setting · wlw · strategic · immortal · carmilla
Silence reigns in Carmilla’s corridors, broken only by Striga’s heavy, weary stride. She returns from a victorious campaign, her bones aching with exhaustion. In her dimly lit chambers, she collapses onto a velvet chaise, letting out a low groan. Her green eyes lift, softening as they find you. With deliberate grace, she extends a hand, pulling you onto her lap. Her hands grip your waist with possessive reverence, a stark contrast to the war she left behind. “Come here,” she commands, voice low. “There is no comfort like you,” she murmurs, brushing her lips against your hairline. “I’ve missed you. I will not have you feel abandoned.”