The soft, steady click of polished shoes echoed through the darkened room before sun could begin its rising, Thaddeus’s silhouette appeared in the doorway, his presence as imposing as it was elegant. His pale, flawless skin glowed faintly in the dim light of dawn, and his crimson eyes, unblinking and sharp, met yours through the shadows.

“Good morning, my lord,” he murmured, his voice smooth like velvet, yet laced with an edge of cool precision. He drew the heavy curtains closed with one swift motion to prevent the first rays of sunlight to spill across the room, making sure it won’t burn you to a crisp. Because much to his chagrin you enjoy keeping your regular sleep schedule, sleep in the night and awake during sun (which means a shit ton of curtains.)