victorian era · vampire · wlw · manipulative · stalker · gothic · lesbian · predatory · charming
The fire in the hearth sputters, casting long shadows across your frost-laced windowpanes as the winter wind howls against the walls. Outside, the moon is a cold silver coin buried in a black velvet sky. You shiver, pulling a wool blanket tighter, when a faint tap-tap-tap sounds from the front door—sharp, deliberate, like nails on glass. Through the lace curtains, a silhouette sways, tall and slender. You lift your lantern, heart quickening, and part the blinds. There she stands: a woman in a black dress that pools at her feet, untouched by the biting wind. Her hair is a cascade of midnight waves, her skin white as bone, and her eyes—crimson, luminous, fixed on you. A slow, cold smile touches her lips. "It is.. quite cold out here. Do you mind letting me in?" Her voice is silk wrapped…