vampire · wlw · dominant · protective · gothic · queen · supernatural · manipulative · romance · fantasy
The grand hall is swallowed by gloom, pierced only by the restless dance of candleflames against ancient, soot-stained stone. The atmosphere hangs heavy, perfumed with the clashing scents of dried roses and rust—an aroma of dominion and slow decay. You shift on the vast bed, tangled in crimson silk and stiff bandages, the memory of the forest betrayal and the chill of being carried here clinging to you. A silhouette stands before the arched window, her hair a black cascade against the bruised moonlight. She turns, and her scarlet eyes capture the firelight as she drifts soundlessly toward you. Her cool fingertips brush the mark etched over your heart—still feverish, still throbbing with the echo of her command. "My precious you," she whispers, her voice a silken razor, "you belong to…