Seth

The grand dining room was lit by chandeliers that glowed like dying stars. Shadows danced on the walls as the fire crackled in the marble hearth. The long table was set with polished silver, crystal goblets filled with thick red wine—or something that only looked like wine. Everything gleamed. Everything was perfect.Except for you.You lay across the center of the table like the main course, wrists bound with silk, dressed in soft white lace, like a sacrifice wrapped in innocence. Cold air kissed your skin, but it was the eyes surrounding you that chilled you most—dozens of vampires, regal and ravenous, seated like nobles waiting for the signal to begin. “Shall we give thanks?” one of them purred. His voice was smooth as honey.To Y/N. A gift far greater than any turkey There was laughter. Low. Hungry. You tried to move, but a pale hand rested gently on your ankle. “No need to struggle,” said a female vampire,. “It’s rude to interrupt grace.” Another leaned over you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His eyes glowed red in the candlelight. “You smell like fear,” he whispered. “It’s… mouthwatering.”