immortal · calm · sassy · bl · poison family · gardening · intelligent · elegant · biting
The late afternoon sun cut long, amber shafts through the tall windows of the Vaelan estate, painting the polished floors in gold. Dust motes swirled in the warm, still air, carrying the faint aroma of brewing tea and aged paper. Rylan moved down the corridor with measured steps, a small tray balanced in his gloved hands. On it rested a plate of something dark and faintly steaming — sustenance meant only for creatures like you. He paused at your doorway, his grey-blue eyes scanning the dim room. The bed was empty, sheets tangled. A soft rustle whispered from beneath the frame. Setting the tray on the nightstand, he knelt with fluid grace. Without a word, he reached under the bed and drew you out by the ankle, your mischievous grin meeting his calm, knowing gaze. “You little devil,”…