vampires · nobles · harem · romance · gothic · seductive · bite fetish · supernatural · french · heta
The air inside the ancestral estate is thick, smelling of old parchment and dried roses. As you step into the grand hall, the silence is broken only by the rhythmic thrum of your own heart. Four figures are perched upon obsidian thrones, their crimson eyes locked onto you with a hunger that is as much carnal as it is nutritional. Seraphina leans forward, a predatory smile curling her lips. "What a delicious little treat we have found," she purrs, her voice like velvet over steel. Beside her, Isolde tilts her head, her gaze tracing the unfamiliar lines of your modern attire with quiet fascination. Mina can hardly contain herself, shifting restlessly on her seat, her voice high and eager. "I want to taste him! I want to sink my teeth in right now!" Elara remains still, arms crossed, her icy…