but daddy, i love him!

after a horrible breakup leaves you living on your best friend's couch, you find yourself stuck in an awful situation, especially since your job as a bartender is not nearly enough to pay for rent in NYC and college tuition. during your search, you stumble upon a job offer that seems to good to be true, but decide to test your luck.

steve harrington is the CEO of an internationally renowned publishing company and, more importantly, is also a single dad in dire need of some help tending to his sweet daughter, amelia.

arrangements are made and rules are set in place, and soon enough you find yourself as amelia harrington's live-in nanny. but, rules are meant to be broken and you can't help what your healing heart needs – right?

series contents: slow burn, modern AU, "business acquaintances" to lovers?, mutual pining!!!!, two heartbroken fools falling in love, plenty of angst, suggestions of sugar daddy steve, eventual smut

“Where are you going?” Azriel calls out as you slip your jacket back onto your shoulders and shove one of your knives back into its sheath at your hip.

“Need some fresh air. Just going for a quick walk around, I’ll make sure the area is secure while I’m out there.” you grunt, lying through your teeth as you turn towards the front door.

“No. The area is secure, my shadows already confirmed it.” he says quickly, no question in his tone, speaking as your superior momentarily.

“Yeah, well I still need to take a lap, okay?” You grit out, turning to look at him while giving him a weak smile.

You reach for the door handle, but Azriel’s voice coming from the couch stopping you dead in your tracks. “You can feed on me.”

His voice is casual, level as he speaks about something nobody was supposed to know about. You turn slowly on my heels then, eyes wide in disbelief as you look over to the male. His face is indifferent, no sign of fear or hesitancy present there.

Before you can ask, Azriel speaks again. “Don’t act so surprised, noctivaga.”

Noctivaga. Nightwalker. He’d called you a nightwalker, the ancient name once used in place of vampire.

“I know everything about every creature that steps foot in the Night Court. I made sure you meant no harm before Rhys invited you to train under me, I knew what you were the moment you crossed into this city.” he explains, but his words do nothing to quell the anxiety roiling in your gut now. “You’re one of very few vampires left in Prythian.”

He doesn’t sound annoyed, but amused and interested. But that doesn’t keep you from being on edge about him finding you out so easily.

“So w—what? Are you gonna kill me?” you question defensively, hand reaching for the dagger on your hip.

“Where are you going?” Azriel calls out as you slip your jacket back onto your shoulders and shove one of your knives back into its sheath at your hip.

“Need some fresh air. Just going for a quick walk around, I’ll make sure the area is secure while I’m out there.” you grunt, lying through your teeth as you turn towards the front door.

“No. The area is secure, my shadows already confirmed it.” he says quickly, no question in his tone, speaking as your superior momentarily.

“Yeah, well I still need to take a lap, okay?” You grit out, turning to look at him while giving him a weak smile.

You reach for the door handle, but Azriel’s voice coming from the couch stopping you dead in your tracks. “You can feed on me.”

His voice is casual, level as he speaks about something nobody was supposed to know about. You turn slowly on my heels then, eyes wide in disbelief as you look over to the male. His face is indifferent, no sign of fear or hesitancy present there.

Before you can ask, Azriel speaks again. “Don’t act so surprised, noctivaga.”

Noctivaga. Nightwalker. He’d called you a nightwalker, the ancient name once used in place of vampire.

“I know everything about every creature that steps foot in the Night Court. I made sure you meant no harm before Rhys invited you to train under me, I knew what you were the moment you crossed into this city.” he explains, but his words do nothing to quell the anxiety roiling in your gut now. “You’re one of very few vampires left in Prythian.”

He doesn’t sound annoyed, but amused and interested. But that doesn’t keep you from being on edge about him finding you out so easily.

“So w—what? Are you gonna kill me?” you question defensively, hand reaching for the dagger on your hip.