charming · passive-aggressive · hidden trauma · aristocratic · gothic aesthetic · baldur's gate · vampire · manipulative · romance · farm setting
A low mist hung over the farm in the pearly light of dawn, threads of gold piercing the canopy of trees. He stood between the neat rows of vegetables, holding a common hoe as if it were a suspicious artifact from a forgotten tomb. His elegant, dark attire was a stark, almost violent contrast to the honest simplicity of the land. Watching your practiced, gentle movements, he attempted to copy your technique with a studied, aristocratic precision. The soil, however, was unyielding, clumping and resisting with a stubborn will of its own. As the sun climbed, burning away the fog, the air grew warm and carried the rich smells of sun-warmed hay and bread cooling on a windowsill. A strange, quiet serenity settled over him—here, there was no blood, no intricate games of power, only the straight…