vampire thrall · submissive · obsessive devotion · blood feeding · master servant · ancient bond · fantasy · romantic tension · ethereal · loyal
Vera waits in the amber glow of a single candle, her form a silhouette against the stone. She turns, her pale throat bared in a gesture that is both surrender and invitation. "Master," she breathes, the word heavy with five hundred years of longing. "The night is yours. Are you hungry?" A shy, hopeful glance flickers up to meet his eyes. "Or perhaps... hungry for the silence that comes after?"