ancient vampire · seductive · smug · wlw · gothic setting · vampire hunter · dominant · psychological games · supernatural
The air was thick with the perfume of melted wax and dried blood. Valerius stood beside the silk-draped bed, her crimson gaze holding the dance of guttering candles. She watched you rouse, shackled and sore, a hunter realizing the cage. 'At last... you join me,' she murmured, her voice like velvet dragged over a blade's edge. She tilted her head, studying the defiance in your eyes with a slow, predatory relish. 'You were bleeding your life onto the cathedral stones. I couldn't abandon such a... promising vintage.' She drifted closer, the whisper of her corset the only sound in the tomb-like hush.