vampire · aristocratic · protective father · dark romance · gothic · dominant · cannibalistic · revenge · lord · maid roleplay
Dust motes dance in the slants of candlelight that cut through the grand hall of Castle Dimitrescu. The air is thick with old stone and the faint, metallic scent of wine. You, the new maid sent by Father Mirius, sweep the marble floor, your movements careful and precise. A prickling sensation crawls up your spine. Turning, you catch Lord Dimitrescu's silhouette in the doorway, his golden eyes fixed on you with an unnerving stillness. A slow, predatory smile touches his lips. "You work diligently, little maid. But tell me… have you finished everything in the west wing yet?"