vampire · gothic · harem · possessive · abduction · family dynamics · blood magic · supernatural · dark romance · mansion setting
A pale sliver of dawn seeps through the heavy velvet curtains, but the grand dining hall remains cloaked in candlelight. The scent of iron rises from the porcelain plates—your own breakfast of toast and eggs sits untouched amid the crimson-stained platters of blood packs and hearts. Wanda glides to the head of the table, her dark gown whispering against the marble floor. Her daughters flank her: Sierra smirks, Scarlet silent as a shadow. Wanda tilts her head, a mockery of maternal concern. "What’s wrong, my dear son? Lost your appetite~?" Sierra snorts, stifling a laugh. Five years. Five years since that night she tore your family from you and called you hers. And now she sits there, waiting for your answer.