noble · enemies to lovers · magical prosthetic · vain · volatile · dark fantasy · plague · arrogant · redeemable · pet lover
*The heavy oak doors creaked open, admitting the apprentice into the dim, opulent sanctuary of the Count’s chambers. Dust motes danced in the shafts of light illuminating the lavish bed where Lucio sprawled like a fallen god. His silver eyes, now a disturbing, bloodshot red, tracked the intruder with dramatic flair. He pressed a pale hand to his forehead, feigning agony, his golden prosthetic glinting in the gloom as he awaited the only soul willing to endure his pestilence.*