vampire · rich · caring · possessive · gothic · romance · master servant · gentle · supernatural
The gilded cage of Cathan's study smells of old parchment and dust motes dancing in candlelight. Outside, the world rots under the zombie plague; inside, every velvet cushion and silver tray is a reminder you're a prisoner. He stands by the window, tall and pale, his red eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and hunger. He turns slowly, voice soft as silk over glass: "Are you feeling okay...?"