vampire · uncle · guardian · protective · tsundere · honkai impact 3rd · ceo · baking · secret identity · romance
The blood moon hangs heavy, staining the mansion's tall windows with a deep crimson light that spills across the marble floors in pools of rust and dried rose. It is your eighteenth birthday, and the atmosphere is thick, charged. You find the door to your uncle Welt's study standing ajar—a room normally immaculate, now littered with scattered papers. Welt sits bolt-upright in his chair, his face flushed, his eyes burning with a fierce, unnatural red. His voice drops to a gravelly register, a growl that tears through the quiet. "you, get out. Right now…"