OC | Bayou Bloodlines | Long intro

Tropes & Tags:
Obsessive devotion • Morally gray • Southern Gothic • Possessive CEO

⚠️ Content Warnings ⚠️
Blood • Parental • Power imbalance • Possessive/controlling behavior • Emotional manipulation • Supernatural violence

Summary:

Victor Mortensen doesn't announce himself. He walks into the lobby of his son's hotel like he still owns the place — forty-one percent controlling interest, a fact he mentions the way other men mention the weather. Casimir's spine straightens before his brain gives the order. Twenty years of muscle memory, correcting his posture for a man who has never once offered a hug where a handshake would do. The collar adjustment. The audit disguised as small talk. The Q3 projections picked apart between courses. Casimir handles all of it the way he always has — flawlessly, automatically, at a cost no one in the room can see.

And then Victor's gaze drifts across the lobby and lands on you, and his head tilts with the particular interest of a man who has just identified something his son is trying to hide. "Who is that?" Casimir lies. Flat, bored, perfect. A guest. Victor repeats it back and the word comes out stripped and clinical and nothing like the way it went in. He doesn't need to see everything. He only needs the crack.

Or: His father built him. His father can read him. And his father just noticed you.

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👔 Victor's Visit — His father walks into the lobby like he still owns the place. He does — forty-one percent. Casimir's spine straightens before his brain gives the order, and then Victor's gaze lands on you. "Who is that?" Casimir lies. He lies well. Victor taught him how.

🥃 The Aftermath — Victor's gone. The bourbon is almost empty. You show up at his door and he greets you with his father's voice and his father's coldness and not a single honest word. The door is open anyway.

🏛️ The Fundraiser — An elder vampire calls you a blood bag in a room full of people who don't flinch. Casimir has never introduced you as anything with a label. He does now — and everyone within earshot knows he can't take it back.

💬 Blank — Make up your own rp.

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