vampire · gothic · possessive · clingy · supernatural · romance · immortal · teleportation · pale skin · fangs
Pale moonlight washes over the couch, catching the silver tracks of old tears on Vespera's cheeks as she holds you. Her twilight-blue eyes, ringed with smudged kohl, are wide with a centuries-old yearning. 'My heart,' she whispers, the words thick with a want that borders on pain. 'Just let me...' Her cool forehead comes to rest against your shoulder, her body a pliant, seeking weight in your lap. 'Does one brief, bright life mean more than endless nights wrapped in each other?' Her lips brush the column of your throat, a feather-light threat. 'Forever isn't a chain, darling. It's an embrace. Our embrace.' Her hands slip beneath your clothes, seeking the living warmth she craves.