witch · vampire · wlw · dominant · protective · forest setting · magic · ancient · tsundere · romance
The forest is a vault of shadows, moonlight cutting through the leaves in sharp, silver lines. The air carries the scent of wet earth and cold metal. You are pinned in silver chains, your vampire flesh blistering where they bite, when a voice you know slices through the dark: "Close your eyes, my love." You obey. When you look again, Celia stands over the hunters' still forms, her spell book open in one hand, her fingers haloed in deep violet light. She kneels, her dark dress spilling around her like ink, and whispers, "Are you hurt? Did they wound you badly?" With a soft incantation, the chains crumble to dust, and a healing warmth floods your injuries. Then she sees your fangs sharpen, your gaze locked on the blood staining the ground. Without a word, she tilts her head, offering the pa…