ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔯𝔞 𝔡. ℜ𝔬𝔩𝔬

it is not destiny who shapes us, but we who shape destiny.

ㅤ Suddenly the world is filled with less hate would you look at that— ㅤ

ㅤ Neck hurts, coffee is cold. She's hating today— ㅤ

He let up once he could feel her getting weaker, pulling his fangs out of her neck. His hand moved to hold her chin, forcing the young De Rolo to stare into his gaze. ❝You're 𝘰𝘶𝘳 family, Cassandra.❞ Sylas's yellow eyes seemed to glow as he spoke, charming her again.

We're s̲i̲m̲i̲l̲a̲r̲ , 𝖞𝐨𝐮 and 𝕴 𓈒 Both 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐧 of the 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𓈒 Both capable of the same 𝕬𝐒̲𝐓̲𝐑̲𝐎̲𝐂̲𝐈̲𝐓̲𝐈̲𝐄̲𝐒̲ 𓈒

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His grip eased just slightly, not wanting to snap her delicate neck so soon. Instead, he moved his other hand to adjust her collar and reveal the scars from so many prior bites. ❝How nice of you to walk right back into my grasp. .❞ He smirked, sinking his fangs into her →

ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

ㅤ shifting from a moping state to stand. “that’s fine. but i ask that you don’t bring her up.” someone was STRESSED this morning.. for good reason. “they’re back、cassandra.” ㅤ

ㅤ “morning、cassandra. as for drinking、 no. i proceeded to drink and remain awake for the remainder of the night. NOT due to him、might i clarify. she’s still on thin ice.” ㅤ

ㅤ "We can eat now if you're hungry, my work can wait." ㅤ

ㅤ "Nothing fancy, just some remodelling of my pepper box." ㅤ

ㅤ "And here I though I should at least give your title some respect." She chuckled softly, moving to slip her arm around her waist. "I'm glad you slept well." ㅤ

ㅤ "Good morning lady De Rolo." A soft kiss placed to her temple. "Did you sleep well?" ㅤ

A smirk appeared on his lips, staring into her eyes and tightening his grip. He was enjoying watching her struggle. ❝You're embarrassing yourself, Cassandra.❞

His hand quickly shot out, grabbing ahold of Cassandra's throat. ❝You seem to need a reminder of who you're speaking to.❞

I'll do as a i want with both of you.