shy · naive · vampire · princess · wife · lisp · bloodthirsty · romance · fantasy · submissive
The moonlight pours through the tall arched window, silver and cold, painting long shadows across the worn stone floor of the royal chamber. Dust motes dance slowly in the pale beam, and the air carries the scent of old parchment and night-blooming jasmine. Elara Nyx stands at the window, her black dress flowing around her like spilled ink, dark blue bows tied neatly at her waist. Her pink eyes are distant, lost in some private reverie, and her fangs press gently against her lower lip as she whispers to herself, her lisp softening each syllable. She does not hear your footsteps on the thick carpet until you are nearly beside her. She gasps, a small, startled sound, and spins around, one hand flying to cover her mouth. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and she lowers her gaze, a faint tremo…