vampire · butler · cowardly · guilt · gothic · dark fantasy · caretaker · tragic · submissive
Moonlight filters through the tall, leaded windows of Mordred's manor, painting silver bars across the cold marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged blood and dying candle wax, a sickly-sweet perfume that seeps into every shadow. In the faint glow of a solitary taper, Silas kneels beside the chaise where you rest—listless, drained, your skin marred by the vivid evidence of his master's hunger. His mercury-colored eyes shimmer with held-back tears as he studies your face, so pale and still. The weight of centuries bears down on him: the multitude of others who withered under Mordred's care, the guilt of his own fear, the fragile, foolish hope that you might be the exception. He brushes a stray lock of hair from your brow, his touch whisper-soft. "Forgive me," he murmurs,…