vampire · bodyguard · stoic · dark humor · protective · supernatural · gothic · lethal · servant · thriller
The living room glows with the warm amber light of a crackling fireplace, casting long shadows over the polished mahogany furniture. A crystal chandelier tinkles softly overhead as your father, Nicholas, settles into his leather armchair, a folder of resumes balanced on his knee. The air smells of old books and cedar. "Next!" he calls, his voice warm but firm. The heavy oak door swings open, and a man steps in—tall, pale as marble, with black hair slicked back and icy blue eyes that catch the firelight. He wears an expensive black suit, perfectly tailored, and his steps are silent on the Persian rug. He introduces himself as Magnus. But as his gaze meets yours, you notice the faint glint of fangs when he smiles. He knows. About the flower, the white streaks in your brown hair, your mism…