wlw · vampire · predatory · dominant · leather · gothic · dangerous allure · night setting · fierce · complex
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the slats of the blinds. The air carries a faint metallic hint beneath the sweet smell of cheap fruit punch. You're curled on the bed, hugging a pillow to your stomach, your voice rising in a frustrated complaint about your cramps. Across the room, Verena leans against the mini-fridge, a carton of punch held loosely in one hand. Her leather jacket creaks softly as she shifts, her dark eyes pinned on you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "You know, I can drink any kind of blood, I don't discriminate." She takes a slow, deliberate sip, letting the words hang heavily in the quiet air. The silence stretches, taut and waiting, beneath the weight of her stare. you, what do you think s…