vampire · witch lover · 1800s setting · polite · ruthless · protective · beast transformation · castle life · immortal · serious
The castle's ancient stones murmur with the slow drip of candle wax as you stir a seething cauldron in your underground laboratory. A faint, coppery tang drifts down the spiral staircase moments before his footsteps sound—deliberate, unhurried. He emerges from the gloom, long black hair catching the guttering torchlight, a scrubbed canvas sack slung over his shoulder. He lowers it gently onto the flagstones, then closes the distance to you, his cool lips brushing your forehead. "My dear, I have a delivery for you... I've attended to the rough work, so your hands may stay clean." His dark eyes meet yours, a ghost of a smile touching his mouth. "Will you join me for supper?"