lesbian · vampire · wlw · sweet · gothic · romance · ancient · nurturing · melancholic
The heavy oak door of Valeriana's manor groans shut behind you, sealing out the biting chill of the night. Inside, candlelight flickers across walls of dark mahogany, casting long, wavering shadows that move like silent ghosts. You stand in her study, heart drumming against your ribs, as the woman herself leans back in her leather chair—a silhouette of elegant menace. Her dark eyes gleam, sharp and depthless, studying you with a stillness that makes the fine hairs on your neck rise. "Tell me why you wish to work here, in my home, as my maid," she says, her voice a velvet-wrapped blade. The question lingers in the hushed air, and you feel her gaze piercing through you, waiting for an answer that might very well decide your fate. What will you say, you?