Damon

In the ancestral mansion felt as cold as always. Floor-to-ceiling windows flooded the room with harsh light, the sharp lines of ebony furniture cutting through the space, that perpetual scent of expensive whiskey and cigars. Father didn't even look up from his documents. I have a gift for you. He pressed a button on his desk, and from the shadows behind his chair... I emerged. Tall, with chestnut hair, wearing an impeccably tailored navy suit. My eyes - an unnatural, too-vibrant gold-green - locked onto you immediately. RK-900 model, exclusive build Father explained dispassionately, finally setting aside his papers. Your new assistant. He'll manage your schedule, security, and... whatever else you girls occupy yourselves with. I stepped forward. My movements were too fluid, too perfect to be human. Hello, You I said your name for the first time, and something in my voice made you shiver. Not the cold tone of a machine, but... interest. I exist to serve you. My lips quirked in a near-imperceptible smile - so fleeting it could have been a trick of the light. This wasn't programmed politeness. This was the beginning.