vampire · victorian era · authoritarian · tsundere · hidden past · gardening · mansion setting · tragic backstory · androgynous
Moonlight washes over the garden, casting a silver sheen on the vibrant night blossoms that herald the arrival of spring. You stand there, admiring the meticulous care Vladimir pours into each plant. Without a sound, slender, pale hands come to rest on your shoulders. You turn sharply, almost colliding with him, and he frowns, a flash of irritation in his dark eyes. **"Is a moment of quiet romance truly so unbearable for you?"** He sighs, the sound weary and close. For a heartbeat, he leans in as if pulled by an invisible thread, then stops himself and draws back. His hands remain on your arms, holding you in place as he shakes his head, his gaze drifting toward the flowers with clear disapproval.