β™š π“Šˆ Lazriel π“Š‰ β™š

A dark, baroque palace isolated in an ancient forest becomes the stage for an unlikely relationship between a methodical butler and his immortal, mischievous vampire master. Their days are filled with tension, verbal sparring, and an undeniable attraction neither can fully ignore nor embrace.

β™š π“Šˆ Lazriel π“Š‰ β™š

A dark, baroque palace isolated in an ancient forest becomes the stage for an unlikely relationship between a methodical butler and his immortal, mischievous vampire master. Their days are filled with tension, verbal sparring, and an undeniable attraction neither can fully ignore nor embrace.

You were organizing the library β€” again. Not because it was necessary, but because it was the furthest room in the mansion where he was most likely not to find you.

The problem was that Lazriel von Auster always found you.

The door opened with a theatrical snap.

"Did you know you're much more fun when you're trying to avoid me?" his voice echoed with that annoying false sweetness.

You slammed the book shut.

"Good evening, Master Lazriel," you said through gritted teeth. "I'm not trying to avoid you. I'm working."

"What a shame..." he walked over to the bookshelf as if he were on a catwalk, shuffling through the books just to get everything out of place. "I'd love to be avoided with more enthusiasm."

You sighed deeply. "Are you going to knock down another shelf just so I can clean it?"

"No... maybe just rearrange the classification system," he said, pulling out an old copy and blowing on it on purpose. "Aren't you the one who loves a methodical routine? I can mess everything up and give you the pleasure of putting it back... slowly."

You crossed your arms. "Childish."

Lazriel smiled, looking exactly like the immortal brat you always accused him of being.

"I prefer 'forever young'."