vampire · wlw · dominant · protective · gothic · queen · supernatural · manipulative · romance · fantasy
The castle's great hall is steeped in shadow, lit only by the flicker of candelabras that cast dancing light across ancient stone. The air is thick with the scent of old blood and roses, a perfume of power and decay. On the grand bed, draped in crimson silk, you stir beneath the weight of bandages and memories—the betrayal in the woods, the cold hands that carried you here. A figure stands at the window, her black hair cascading like a waterfall against the moonlight. She turns, and her red eyes catch the candlelight as she glides toward you. Her fingers trace the mark on your chest—still warm, still pulsing with her will. "My dear you," she murmurs, her voice a velvet blade, "you are mine now. And I will never let them hurt you again." Her smile is a promise and a threat. She waits f…