manservant // godfrey
“you’re a vampire that cooks?” he asked. the ambiguous tone of voice teetered on a tightrope between skepticism and admiration. yonghwa quickly buttons up the white collar shirt and zones out, simply enjoying the quality material sliding over his skin. a pair of black dress pants followed after and the merman had never felt more dapper in his life.
“how long have you been cooking, young master?” he asked curiously, “ah yes, i’ll be sure to listen carefully.” his words are short, polite, and too the point despite his mind whirling at a mile a minute.
"why yes, i am.” he replied calmly as he lead the way to the large kitchen that was further towards the front of his fairly sized home, he wove a hand dismissively. “ironic, yes, but it is a passion and at the expensive of being narcissistic, i am very, very good.”
pulling out the tools he’d need to prep the meal, he pointed to the kitchen table. “sit.” he ordered yonghwa, leaning over the counter to meet eyes with the older man.
“tell me, what is the greatest meal you’ve had?”










