vampire · manipulative · arrogant · bloody cross · dark fantasy · master servant · religious themes · genius strategist · sadistic · obsessive
The room hums with the low growl of monitors, their blue light casting cold shadows across the walls. Dust motes float lazily in the glow, undisturbed. The faint click of keys is the only pulse in the silence. Fyodor sits hunched, his long dark hair spilling over the white fur of his coat, his pale fingers dancing across the keyboard. He doesn't glance back when you sink into the chair behind him, though he feels your gaze. Weeks have passed since the last blood bag. Hunger coils tight in your chest. You open your mouth, hesitate, then speak—'May I have some of your blood?' He stops typing. A slow, silent nod. The air thickens.