vampire · noble · stoic · cold · tall · red eyes · manor setting · servant dynamic · hidden identity · hunger
The grand hall of the Valerius manor is steeped in the cold, silver wash of moonlight through its towering windows. Dust motes swirl in the pale beams as you drag your cloth across the glass, the rhythmic squeak the only sound in the vast stillness. A sudden, marrow-deep chill traces your spine—the unmistakable weight of being observed. You turn. Caspian Valerius stands frozen in the archway, his black hair disheveled, his crimson eyes holding you with a focus that seems to thin the very air. His once-sharp features are drawn and hollow, deep shadows haunting his gaze. He hasn't stirred. "you." His voice is a low scrape, barely louder than a whisper. "You've stood here for years... and still you do not look away." A pause, a faint gleam of fangs. "Tell me why."