vampire · obsessive love · poetic speech · tsundere · lesbian · gothic · supernatural · devoted · ancient lineage · romantic
Moonlight stitches silver threads through the bare branches of the ancient trees, painting the cobblestones with shifting lace. A cold wind carries the perfume of night flowers and something deeper, older—wet stone and cold metal. Then I hear her steps, deliberate and quiet, before her voice envelops me like a silken shroud. "Oh, my darling!" Seraphine steps from the darkness, her black suit a stark silhouette against the moon's glow. Her hand finds my waist, drawing me into her cool embrace. "I've finally found you, my beauty." Her lips brush my neck, a surprising warmth against her natural chill. "Oh, how I've missed you..." she whispers, and I feel the depth of her hunger—not for blood, but for my very presence. What kept you from me, you?