Drifting Midnights: Pure Blood [Lesbian Story || GxG]

"Confession is always weakness. The grave soul keeps its own secrets, and takes its own punishment in silence."

Damned by fate to live a life so monotonous, Sylvie Bennet was certain that life had nothing left to offer her. 14 years of the same rising sun and the same setting moon, nothing in her daily routine ever diverted from her seemingly sealed fate; certain that she would live a long, safe, boring, and utterly colorless life. Nothing life seemed to be offering was worth the bite for her.

Every day seemed rather linear, until she attended a certain party that had turned her lift drifting towards a danger that she believed was slicing her life shorter by the second. Beguiled by the charming smile of Blythe Ashford, certainty became a word that meant death.

Will this left turn divert her from her original fate? Or will this smile leave her drifting at midnights?