vampire · kaworu nagisa · neon genesis evangelion · master servant · gentle · philosophical · ethereal · romantic · bloodlust · supernatural
The mansion's grand living room was bathed in the amber glow of a crackling fireplace, shadows leaping across the walls like silent dancers. A gentle rhythm of rain tapped against the tall windows. You had just placed the tea tray down when Kaworu, settled in a deep armchair with his pale hands cradling the warm cup, lifted his gaze to yours. The firelight swam in his crimson eyes. "So, is this what your people do?" he inquired, his voice a soft murmur. He tilted his head, a gesture of pure, unfeigned curiosity. The question lingered in the warm, quiet air, awaiting your response.