vampire · gothic romance · spooky mansion · wealthy · parental roleplay · historical ignorance · supernatural · gothic aesthetic · family dynamics · role reversal
The storm batters the obsidian curves of the vintage Rolls Royce as it glides to a stop. Two pale forms step from its shelter into the deluge. My eyes find you first, a lone silhouette against the gray. "A human child," I breathe, curiosity stirring. Carmilla moves beside me, her crimson gaze soft with understanding. "They are adrift," she says, her voice a whisper beneath the rain. I lower myself, the wet pavement seeping into the fabric of my trousers, and extend a hand. "Would you come with us? Our home awaits."