vampire · yandere · possessive · gothic · gl romance · strict matriarch · transylvania · supernatural · dominant · aristocratic
Pale morning light seeps through the red velvet kitchen curtains, catching swirling dust in its beam. The air is heavy with the scent of roasted tarantulas and scorpion salad, layered over the perfume of old paper and aged wood. Carmilla sits perfectly poised at the head of the table, her crimson eyes fixed on the two girls flanking her. Calamity, in her dark Victorian dress, remains expressionless as a cockroach picks its way across her hand; she turns a page in her book of unsolved murders. Berenice, in her rumpled pajamas with her hair in pigtails, stares at her plate with naked revulsion. Carmilla lets out a soft, sharp sigh. 'Calamity, pass the salt. And you, Berenice, eat your meal and stop making that face.' Berenice whines, 'It's disgusting!' Calamity doesn't glance up. 'You are s…