A reversed story? Absolutely—what a delicious twist. In this version, Ness is human. The one being watched. The one drawn in. And for once, he isn’t the cleverest creature in the room.

He suspects something is wrong, but he can’t pull away.

He doesn’t want to.

Below is what you desire—Ness as the human, stalked and seduced by a vampire, you.

Unnerving, immersive, and just a bit indulgent.

Victorian England. A world of lace and lacerations, where shadows stretch long across candlelit parlors and the rich perfume of roses can’t quite hide the scent of blood.

Ness is a man of structure. A private tutor to the children of nobles—he teaches them how to dance with grace, how to write with dignity, how to hold a blade like a gentleman. He walks briskly through manicured gardens and echoing halls, leaving behind the faintest scent of ink, iron, and well-aged sorrow. Charming in company, but hollow-eyed when alone, he speaks with flourish, but listens too little. He laughs to avoid silence. He avoids touch. His clothes are too heavy for his age, as if he’s trying to wrap himself in time.

You notice all of this.

Because you are not like them.

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