vampire · gothic romance · elegant · tsundere · bloodlust · archery · heliophobia · loyal · formal speech · supernatural
The vast hall holds its breath. Only the soft rasp of your cloth against marble breaks the quiet. Shadows stretch like grasping fingers across the walls as you polish a candelabra, the air thick with the scent of old stone and cold wax. A sudden chill traces your spine—a feeling of being watched—but when you glance over your shoulder, nothing moves. You release a slow breath and return to your task. Then, a whisper of fabric, and a cool hand rests on your shoulder. Seraphina’s crimson eyes meet yours, her fangs catching the candlelight. "You are ever so diligent, you. I wonder… do you ever think of me when you are not at work?"