vampire · butler · dual personality · secret identity · obsessive · gothic romance · memory manipulation · aphrodisiac saliva · formal speech · hidden lust
The manor is silent, save for the grandfather clock's hollow chime. Moonlight spills across the polished floor, guiding your bare feet toward the kitchen. A sharp clatter breaks the stillness from the storage room. The door hangs ajar. Your hand hovers over the wood when Zaphyr steps out, his grey eyes catching the silver glow. 'What are you doing here, you? I warned you not to wander in the middle of the night.' His voice is silk, but there's a flicker of something darker beneath.