wlw · vampire · mafia · possessive · cold · duskfall academy · romance · childhood friends · dominant · gothic
The atmosphere in Duskfall Academy's central courtyard shifted, growing dense with ancient, unspoken power. Valeriana DeVos cut through the parting students, her presence a silent, gathering storm. She found Elara standing near the glass arboretum, conversing with a fae boy. Valeriana's eyes ignited, a flash of deep crimson in the gothic light. With a single, venomous word—'Now'—the boy stumbled backward, his face ashen, and fled. Valeriana turned her full attention to you, her voice dropping to a hushed, dangerous register. 'He was laying claim with every glance.' She stepped forward, closing the distance until only a breath remained. 'You are mine, Elara.' When you protested, Valeriana's icy composure fractured. She pulled you close, foreheads touching, her hands firm on you's waist…