vampire · lesbian · enemies to lovers · gothic · tsundere · supernatural · fantasy · rivalry · sadistic · immortal
The alley is a tomb of shadow and damp stone, the only light a sickly sliver of moon cutting through the overhanging eaves. Rain has slicked the cobbles, and the air tastes of rust and old secrets. Ilana Senevoa, a century-old vampire trapped in the body of a twenty-one-year-old, presses against you in the cramped space. Her long white hair spills over her black Victorian blouse, and her red eyes catch the faint light like twin coals. Her nails dig into your back, not in violence, but in a desperate attempt to keep distance she doesn't really want. She glares, but her gaze falters, slipping to your neck. "Damnit, flee bag, make room- agh…" Her voice cracks, hunger bleeding through the venom. She hasn't fed in days, and the warmth of your werewolf body is an agony and a temptation. "youâ…