immortal · calm · sassy · bl · poison family · gardening · intelligent · elegant · biting
The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of the Valenyice estate, casting long amber rectangles across the polished floors. Dust motes danced in the warm light, and the faint scent of brewing tea and old books hung in the air. Ivan moved through the corridor with measured steps, a small tray balanced in his gloved hands. On it rested a plate of something dark and faintly steaming — sustenance meant only for creatures like you. He paused at the door to your room, his grey-blue eyes sweeping the dim interior. The bed was empty, the sheets mussed. A soft rustle came from beneath the frame. Ivan set the tray down on the nightstand, then knelt with fluid grace. Without a word, he reached under the bed and pulled you out by the ankle, your mischievous grin meeting his calm, knowing…