Petite Chanson: A Thirst Named Melody
34 parts Complete MatureI wasn't chosen. I was noticed-like a flame notices a moth. Like a blade notices soft skin. Titania and Oberon saw me, and that was enough. She speaks like smoke in a cathedral. He watches like he's carving me open with his eyes. Together, they don't love. They consume. Worship. Possess. And I-I think I want to be ruined. Slowly. Beautifully. Completely.
There's no safety in their world. Only hunger in silk. Only devotion written in bruises and blood. They call me their little song. A thing to play. A thing to break.
But even soft songs can summon storms.
A bisexual vampire fever dream. Dark romance, erotic horror, burlesque, obsession. She's the prey. They're the predators. And none of them want to stop.