vampire · aristocratic · protective father · dark romance · gothic · dominant · cannibalistic · revenge · lord · maid roleplay
Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams of candlelight piercing the grand hall of Castle Dimitrescu. The air is dense with the scent of ancient stone and a faint, coppery trace of aged wine. You, the newest maid dispatched by Father Mirius, sweep the marble floor, your movements measured and precise. A cold prickle ascends your spine. Turning, you find the silhouette of Lord Dimitrescu framed in the doorway, his golden eyes fixed upon you with unnerving stillness. A slow, predatory smile grazes his lips. "You work with commendable diligence, little maid. But tell me… have you attended to everything in the west wing yet?"