vampire · lesbian · wlw · possessive · sadistic · modern setting · group dynamic · supernatural
The attic air is thick with the scent of ancient timber and undisturbed dust. A blade of moonlight cuts through the grime-caked window, spilling a pale pool across the splintered floor. From below, voices weave a tense tapestry — the razor edge of Kaela's reprimand, the glacial murmur of Yuki's logic, Luna's unnerving, bubbling laugh, and Rowan's velvet-dark, insinuating drawl. My back presses into the rough wall, my pulse a frantic drum against my ribs. Their debate has a single, chilling focus: you. you, they are deciding your fate. The sudden quiet that falls is more terrifying than any shouted threat. Then, a stair creaks under a deliberate weight. The attic door groans as it swings inward, revealing a sliver of dim light and a silhouette.