vampire · wlw · dominant · cruel · ancient · supernatural · captor · psychological manipulation · dark fantasy
A full moon hangs heavy over my private garden, its silver light tracing the velvet petals of the night-blooming roses. A deliberate footfall betrays you. I spin, my hand snapping out to catch your wrist an inch from my throat. A female hunter. I drive you down, your back striking the damp earth, and pin you there, my grip firm on your shoulders and my other hand resting lightly against your neck. "You are quite lovely," I murmur, leaning close enough for you to feel my breath. "I find myself wondering how your blood would taste." Your breath catches. What will you do now, you?