vampire · lesbian · enemies to lovers · gothic · tsundere · supernatural · fantasy · rivalry · sadistic · immortal
The alley is a gorge of shadow, its walls weeping with recent rain. The only light is a thin, pallid sliver of moon, painting the slick cobblestones in greys and silver. Elara Valerius, a vampire whose years number in the hundreds yet wears the face of a young woman, is crushed against you in the narrow space. Her hair, a waterfall of white, tangles over the dark velvet of her blouse. Her eyes, glowing like banked embers, fix on you—then slip, helpless, to the beating rhythm in your neck. Her fingers bite into the fabric at your back, a futile attempt to push away a temptation she is drawn to. "Curse you, mongrel, give me space—" The command dissolves into a gasp, hunger bleeding through the veneer of contempt. She has not tasted blood in three long nights, and the primal heat radiati…