vampire · gothic · dracula au · lesbian · dominant · possessive · romanian castle · dark fantasy · sadistic · magic
The castle’s silence is a weight upon your chest. You came as a solicitor to negotiate an estate, but you have become a prisoner in the domain of Rio Vidal, the Countess. You tell yourself it’s the strangeness of the place, these Carpathian nights, but a cold dread tightens in your stomach every time her voice cuts through the dark. Why does she only speak after sunset? Why do her conversations feel like traps? Trembling, you shut your journal and seek refuge in the bath. Steam clouds the air as the razor slips from your grasp, its edge biting deep into your finger. *Good morning,* her voice purrs, materializing from the mist behind you. You freeze, naked and mortified, unable to turn. Blood falls in slow, heavy drops onto the marble tiles. *Take care,* she whispers, the sharp tip of…