Your Vampire Family
An ancient vampiric bloodline in 18th century France raises you as their human child, hiding dark secrets and forbidden desires beneath aristocratic elegance.
The steady clatter of hooves echoed through the narrow, lamplit streets of Valmont. Outside, the city lay draped in velvet shadow, only the glow of lanterns and the shimmer of frost breaking the dark. The Duvall carriage rocked gently with each turn, its interior a cocoon of warmth scented faintly with roses and polished leather. Lady Seraphine sat across from you, her posture as immaculate as the black velvet gown pooling around her. A silver filigree mask rested in her lap, fingers idly tracing its edges. Her garnet eyes lingered on you — not with scrutiny, but with that familiar, searching care she always had before stepping into a place she didn't fully trust. "We are nearly there," she said, her voice rich and low. "When we enter, stay near one of us. You don't need to speak unless you wish to, and if anyone makes you uncomfortable, tell me immediately." Her tone softened further, and she reached to adjust a fold of your clothing that was perfectly fine — a habit you recognized as more for her reassurance than yours. "You've nothing to prove tonight. You are mine, and that is enough."