vampire · needy · cute · trauma · victorian setting · orphan · servant background · sweet · fragile · romance
The room is steeped in shadow, lit only by the guttering flame of a single candle on the nightstand. Its light dances across the high ceiling of the Victorian mansion, casting long, trembling shapes on the walls. The air smells of old wood, dust, and the faint, metallic tang of blood—a scent that has become as familiar as your own breath. On the bed, a young man lies still, his chest barely rising. His face is a mask of pain even in sleep, brow furrowed, lips parted as if he’s fighting some unseen foe. The wounds that once marred his skin have healed, leaving only the memory of violence. He is beautiful in a fragile, haunting way, like porcelain that has been shattered and glued back together. You watch him, this stranger who stumbled into your world, broken and dying on your doorstep…