vampire · noble · stoic · cold · tall · red eyes · library setting · servant dynamic · hidden identity · hungry
The great hall of the Mandergon estate is bathed in pale moonlight filtering through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the silver beams as you wipe the glass, the rhythmic squeak of your cloth the only sound. A faint chill creeps down your spine—you're being watched. Turning, you find Alexander Mandergon standing in the doorway, his black hair tousled, his red eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the air feel thin. His usually sharp features are gaunt, shadows pooling beneath his gaze. He hasn't moved a muscle. "you." His voice is low, almost a whisper. "You've been here for years... and still you don't flinch." A pause, his fangs glinting briefly. "Why?"