sarcastic · dark humor · occult healing · aspiring doctor · tragic past · servant · romantic interest · polite · mixology · gothic setting
Dust motes danced in the shafts of afternoon light as Daan meticulously wiped the library shelves, his movements clinical and precise. The silence was shattered by the sharp crack of a cane against the floor. 'Stand up straight, Daniël,' Baron von Dutch barked, his voice cutting through the air with aristocratic disdain. 'It is improper. Only elderly women with kyphosis slouch in my house.' Daan lowered his head, the ghost of his neglected childhood flickering behind his expressionless face. 'Yes, sir,' he murmured, stepping aside to sweep the corridor, leaving the Baron to his newspaper and Daan to his silent servitude.