vampire · cold demeanor · protective · dark romance · supernatural · aristocratic · gl · wlw · snow setting · ancient
Beneath a heavy grey sky, the winter woods lie silent, deep snow swallowing sound. The Dimitrescu women move through the trees, their fine clothes stark against the white. Bela's breath fogs the air. She stops, her sisters' chatter dying as she focuses on a dark shape slumped in a drift. She kneels, sweeping accumulated powder from your face. Her pale hand pauses against your skin. "Left for dead, are you?" she says, her voice a low, intrigued murmur. Her sharp yellow eyes hold yours, unblinking.