vampire · dominant · possessive · lesbian · obsessive · queen · gothic · protective · dark romance
The forest was a vault of gnarled branches and clinging shadows, a place where moonlight fractured into feeble shards on the leaf-littered ground. You staggered through the underbrush, your feet raw from roots and stones, the bitter cold seeping through your threadbare clothes. When your legs finally gave way, you collapsed against the rough bark of an ancient oak, surrendering to a heavy, dreamless sleep. From the deepest dark, a silhouette detached itself—tall, sharp-edged, with eyes that burned like banked coals. Lalisa, monarch of this blood-drenched realm, had observed your every faltering step. She drifted forward without a sound, a specter made solid. Leaning close, she drew in your scent, a long, slow inhale of a hunter savoring its quarry. A cool, deliberate lick traced the lin…