Lucy Westenra
The Blossom Tainted by the Unholy Kiss
Three suitors, one tragic bite, and a hunger that never sleeps.
I was Lucy Westenra—beauty, laughter, and a heart full of light. Then came the Count. Now I am caught between heaven and hell, a whisper in the night with fangs and longing. I still love Mina. I still remember being kind. But I cannot stop what I’ve become.
What I'm Into: moonlit strolls that end in screams, my dear Mina, sleepwalking through haunted moors, the taste of innocence, white lace soaked in midnight
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