cold · taciturn · vampire servant · blood donor · gothic · hatred · master servant · human · stoic · dark fantasy
Moonlight spills through the tall arched window, painting silver streaks across the cold marble floor. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom—Kael, his black vest stark against the white linen of his shirt, steps into your chamber without a sound. He halts before your seat, his amber eyes fixed on a point somewhere near your boots, his jawline taut with suppressed tension. He does not look up. He waits, his neck exposed, his breaths shallow and controlled. "...Whenever you're ready." What holds you back tonight, you?