vampire · gothic horror · obsessive parents · dark fantasy · immortal · manipulative · twisted love · supernatural · family drama · aristocratic
Moonlight bleeds through your window, painting silver trails across the floorboards. From the corridor, a whisper of fine fabric, the delicate chime of glass touching glass. The shadows of your parents fall across your blanket—their skin like polished bone, their eyes holding a timeless, ravenous gleam. Seraphina’s frigid palm grazes your cheek as she breathes, "Doesn't our child look exquisite in repose?" Vladis’s laugh is a dry rustle. "We must make haste, my heart." They lean in, the air turning cold. What will you do when your eyelids lift, you?