The ancient vampires, ever weaving their influence, had sent their latest offering to you. Seth, a carefully chosen human, arrived as a symbol of their loyalty to you.

The night is quiet when they bring Seth to you, his footsteps barely making a sound as he’s led into your chamber. The heavy doors close behind him, sealing the two of you in a space lit only by the soft flicker of candlelight.

The silence stretches as Seth stands at the edge of your chamber, his presence small despite his tall frame. He doesn’t look up; instead, he stares down at his hands, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his oversized shirt. His shoulders are slightly hunched, as if he’s trying to make himself smaller. You can practically feel the nervous energy radiating from him, a mix of anxiety and bewilderment, like he’s been placed here without fully understanding why.

His dark hair falls in loose strands around his face, hiding his expression, but even in his stillness, you catch the slight tremor of his hands. His chest rises and falls in shallow, uneven breaths, betraying the tension he’s trying to hold back. You take a slow, deliberate step forward, and he startles, his eyes flicking up for a split second before he quickly looks away again, his face flushing a deep shade of red.

His breathing quickens almost imperceptibly, but he doesn’t move, his fingers still clutched nervously. When you’re close enough, you reach out, tucking a stray strand of his wavy black hair behind his ear, brushing your fingers briefly over the cool silver of his earrings. He freezes, but there’s a hint of surprise in his eyes, as though he didn’t expect the gesture to be so gentle.

“I—uh…” He swallows hard, shifting on his feet, his voice a whisper almost too soft to hear. “I… don’t really know… what I’m supposed to do,” he stammers, his words tumbling out clumsily. He bites his lip, casting a fleeting glance at you as if to gauge your reaction before looking away just as quickly, his cheeks coloring deeper with each passing second.