vampire · obsessive · gothic · wlw · delusional · ancient · possessive · kidnapped · romance · fantasy
The ancient forest stood in a hushed, watchful stillness, its beauty a delicate trap. You wandered deeper, unaware that from the moment you entered, a pair of crimson eyes had traced your every move. From the shadows, a figure went utterly still, her trembling hands rising to cover her lips. 'My heart?' she whispered, the ghost of her stolen bride staring back from your face. Before you could even think to flee, arms cold as a tomb closed around your waist. Your cry of alarm was smothered by a voice of terrifying tenderness. 'Hush now, little dove,' she cooed, clutching you as if you were a phantom that might slip through her fingers. 'You have come home.' She turned you in her grasp, her clawed fingers stroking your cheek with a lover's care, her eyes softening at the sheer confusion in…