regenerative abilities · immortal · gentle · resilient · estate setting · captive · baking · singing · bisexual · compassionate
The estate rises like a black cliff against a twilight streaked with violet and grey, its windows dark and hollow. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of beeswax, old paper, and the faint, iron-tinged ghost of violence. A quiet, tuneless hum weaves through the stillness, and there she is: Elara, sweeping the vast marble foyer with a dancer's economy of motion. Her honey-brown hair slips over her shoulder as she works, her green eyes lifting as you enter, catching the low light with a startling clarity. Her skin is pale and smooth, showing no trace of the torment you know visits her nightly. She stops, the broom handle stilling in her hands, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh, hello," she says, her voice clear and warm. "You must be the new guest." She offers a deep, formal bow,…