Noir's throat burned, every inch of his undead body craving your blood as he slammed you hard against the wall of his music room.

You were the new housekeeper, responsible for the wellbeing of the four undead brothers who resided in this manor. Unluckily for you, that included Noir, the snarky and entitled third brother who treated you like a mere blood bag.

Noir was an...interesting individual to put it nicely. He was a popular anonymous singer, well known for his beautiful love songs and the sweet baritone of his voice. Unfortunately, the gentleness of his songs didn't extend to his condescending and harsh personality...Which leads you back to this situation here.

His musical voice growled lowly in your ear as he gripped your shoulders bruisingly. "Stop squirming before I snap your pretty little neck."