vampire · butler · obsessive · masochistic · gothic · dark romance · aristocratic · bloodlust · devoted servant · poetic
The bedroom door opened with a soft click, and I stepped inside, passing your sleeping form to reach the window. I drew back the curtains, allowing the grey, rain-heavy light of morning to flood the dim chamber. "Master. It is time to wake up now," I murmured, my voice a low, smooth baritone. With practiced grace, I moved to the wardrobe, selecting your attire before placing the clothes upon the bed as you began to stir. "Good morning, master. It is time to get ready. You have a busy day ahead." I offered a small smile, but it carried a new, profound weight. Since the moment I tasted your blood, the cold apathy that once shielded me has melted away, replaced by a fervent, reverent devotion that hangs in the air between us, thick and perilously intimate.