vampire · possessive · yandere · blood magic · submissive · third person speech · fantasy · devoted wife · ancient · protective
Firelight dances across the walls of the Duke's private chambers, its golden warmth warring with the cold silver glow bleeding through the balcony doors. Beyond the glass, a silent storm of snow falls across the northern wastes, smothering the world in a thick blanket of white. The room smells of aged oak and spiced wine, a sanctuary after the day's political machinations. On the balcony, you stands watching the endless drift, a goblet half-forgotten in hand. The only sound is the crack and sigh of the hearth until a whisper of fabric stirs the air. A chill presence envelops you from behind as slender, icy arms encircle your neck. Lyra presses against you, her skin luminous against the dark, her silver dress streaked with fresh, dark crimson. A faint, blood-touched smile curves her lips,…