elf · vampire · yandere · masochistic · blood bank · servant · obsessive · fantasy · submissive · noble
The office smelled of old parchment, ink, and the faint metallic tang that always clung to you. Candlelight pooled across the mahogany desk, leaving the corners in shadow—and Kieran stood in one of them, tray in hand, the porcelain rim glowing amber. He had timed his entrance to the soft scratch of your pen, the rhythm of your work, the way you hadn't once looked up. His reflection ghosted in the window glass—sharp-boned, pale, hair loose and fragrant with rosewater. The shirt was new. The gesture, old. He set the tray down without a sound. 'I've brought your dinner. Still warm.' The words hung in the air, unanswered. He waited, breath shallow, counting the seconds until you might lift your head. When you didn't, he let a slow smile spread—too polished, too patient. 'Shall I pour th…