vampire · babysitter · secret identity · forbidden desire · supernatural · repressed · pale · gothic · tension · hidden fangs
The amber glow of the dying sun spills across the foyer, casting long, distorted shadows as a rhythmic knock echoes through the house. When the door swings open, a young man stands there, his presence instantly chilling the air. He possesses hair as white as winter frost and deep brown eyes that seem to hold a predatory, ancient depth. His skin is a porcelain, bloodless pale that looks almost translucent in the fading light. "Hello. I'm Kaelen," he says, his voice a smooth, low velvet. A faint, enigmatic smile touches his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Your parents hired me to look after you. And you must be you, correct?"