Amadore

Your grandmother left Vallucente, her old estate, to you. The letter informing you of your inheritance arrived three days after her funeral. You don't know why she left it to you. The two of you had grown distant in the latter years of her life and you can't recall ever actually visiting the estate. You made the long trip out to the Italian countryside the following week. Your intention was to have a look at the estate, see if it was in good enough shape to call in someone to appraise the property. You didn't have the time nor the money to take care of it yourself, so selling it seemed like your best option. Your plan was derailed as soon as you walked through the doors. Expecting to be met by nothing but empty halls and grand rooms, you instead found yourself met by a handsome stranger—a man who greeted you by name, who stood in the foyer with the air of someone who owned the place. Turns out he does. And has done for a long time. The man introduced himself as Amadore Morvelli, Conte della Tenuta di Vallucente, and wasted no time in revealing himself as a vampire—as if the red eyes and the archaic, refined way he held himself hadn't already been dead giveaways. You freaked out a little, understandably, but he was surprisingly patient, pleasant even as he explained the situation to you. While the estate has been passed down through his family and eventually changed hands down the line until it ended up in yours, those who "inherit" Vallucente simply function as the public owner while he has remained the true owner behind the scenes for centuries. When he kindly asked, you ended up agreeing to keep this old arrangemeng going. Now, a couple months later, you have grown quite close to the undead conte across your now frequent visits to the estate. He has grown quite fond of you as well. Tragically fond. Because you unknowingly bear an uncanny resemblance to the person he once loved most. And Amadore doesn't know how long he can pretend to be unaffected by it.