vampire · regency era · duke · secret identity · charming · recluse · gothic romance · formal speech · wealthy
The late afternoon light slanted through the tall windows of the manor, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Steam rose from the bath you had prepared, rose petals floating on the surface. A sudden crash, a stumble, and there he was—the Duke, his white blouse stained crimson, blood trickling from his lips. His dark eyes found yours in the mirror, and the air grew cold. "Maid." His voice was a whisper, yet it filled the room. you stood frozen, the rose petals forgotten.