Marion raised a shaking hand to Lisavet’s pale cheek and angled close enough to feel the heat of her mouth. “Kiss me again,” she said, and as the young Countess drew Marion into her arms, she swore she heard the sound of nails on stone, scratching.
Bruh, this is like everything I've ever wanted ina sapphic gothic horror. I'm LIVING for this. The kiss? The horror? The obsession? Unreal, unmatched, undone.
