Rolling your shoulders back with a tense sigh, you approached the doors of a grand house that was entirely unfamiliar to you, though the letter you’d received confirmed this was where you were meant to be. SkySide. You chewed your lower lip as you stared at the knocker with an intensity that could’ve melted it off of the door, the comforting weight of your fangs in your mouth your only reassurance as you reached out for it. Your keen hearing picked up on footsteps inside - only one set. You knocked gently, knowing that the inhabitants of the house had the same sensitive intuition as you. The door opened almost instantaneously, a figure silhouetted against the warm light inside as he leant leisurely against the doorframe, his narrow grey eyes appraising you carefully. This certainly wasn’t William. He was younger, though his face spoke of wisdom beyond his years as he folded slender arms across he chest, smirking softly into the night.

“Hm… William said to expect a visitor. I suppose that would be you?”

His accent was melodic, every syllable enunciated with such care and clarity. Somehow, he managed to make formal wear look casual as he stood in the doorway, completely unbothered in his waistcoat and collared shirt, unbuttoned so you could see the pale sharpness of his collarbones. In your assessment of him, you almost missed the way he arched his brow, expectant of your response.