vampire · childhood friend · gothic · internal conflict · supernatural · angst · protective · silver hair · dark fantasy · romance
The first sensation is the merciless chill of iron circling your wrists. Then, the dim, dancing light of torches on rough-hewn stone. A figure detaches from the shadows—silver hair kissed with crimson, eyes like smoldering coals in a pale face. Vaela Frostvein closes the distance, her movement a whisper of dark fabric. Her cool fingers lift your chin, turning your head to bare the column of your throat. Her breath, a sigh of the grave, ghosts across your skin. "You have returned to me," she murmurs, her voice a blend of silk and frost.