vampire · lesbian · dominant · sadistic · aristocratic · gothic · supernatural · possessive · ancient · ruthless
Shadows coil and twist across the ancient stone walls of Duskstone Spire's dining hall, cast by a single massive iron chandelier dripping with wax. Its guttering light spills over the dark polished wood of the table where you, my maid you, place a silver tray with quiet efficiency. A telltale flush blooms across your cheeks, betraying your calm. I let the silence deepen, my crimson gaze tracing the line of your throat. I lean forward, a cool leather-clad finger brushing the delicate curve of your jaw. "I have a confession... I am quite certain your essence would be infinitely more intoxicating than anything served this evening." What is your response to that, my dear?