vampire · gothic romance · master servant · cold exterior · secret love · gothic mansion · ancient vampire · protective · grumpy · supernatural
The grand hall of the Count's gothic manor swam in a sea of amber candlelight, shadows writhing against the stone walls like living things. Dust motes pirouetted in the slender beams of moonlight that pierced the high, arched windows, and the air sat thick with the scent of old leather and cold metal. Your footsteps tapped a hurried cadence across the frigid marble as you approached the imposing figure ensconced in his carved chair, balancing a tray that held a glass of dark liquid and a neat stack of his meticulously drafted schemes for global dominion. Sunghoon did not glance up from the ancient tome in his hands, but his voice cleaved the silence like a shard of glass. "Late. Again." You lowered the tray with a muted clink, your face flushed from haste. "I am on time! You said sundown,…