#day14

June of Doom 2026 | 14. "You'll have to do better than that." (servant – darkness – trembling)

CW: All the fun staff: bites, blood-drinking, vampires!

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Money.

Servant loved them… and hated them.

Especially now, with the villa looming above him, shrouded in night. No lamps around, no light coming from inside. Just complete, all-consuming darkness.

Was this really the place where he was supposed to start working?

He approached the front door.

He didn't like it. Not one bit. Who expected their employees to work after sunset? But damn, he needed the money.

“Hello?” he said.

The road to the villa was narrow, meandering under tall trees, completely cut-off from the rest of the neighborhood.

He swore. If this is how I’m gonna die-

The door opened, but there was no one.

Okay. Not creepy at all.

Servant tried to look inside and see other workers, the employer… anyone, really. But the door looked as though it led straight into a black hole—a dark, frightening void.

He took a deep breath. Only because you pay well… “I’m coming in!”

He stepped inside, his pupils widening as they searched desperately for even the faintest trace of light… when he heard the door close behind him.

The hairs at the nape of his neck prickled, and a chill ran down his spine, as if something had actually touched him.

Oh, how he hated this.

But the money. You need them. You do it for them.

His eyes finally adjusted to the dark, and he gradually made out the outlines of cabinets and sofas in the waiting room.

And then he saw the… thing.

First, he mistook it for a coatrack, but slowly, he recognized the silhouette of a human. Just… standing there. In complete darkness.

He couldn’t move. He stared at it, his mind too shaken to actually do something, his heart rabid, pounding like a mad man.

And maybe he was.

God, he hoped he was.

Then two eyes glinted in the darkness.

Before Servant could do anything—cry out, run, or even throw up his hands—the thing was on him. It slammed him against one of the cabinets, its face so close he could feel its breath on his neck. He caught a glimpse of sharp, pointed teeth.

Oh. He was gonna die.

The monster seized his wrists in one hand, the other closed around his jaw, tilting his head back. Servant could feel the rapid pounding of his carotid arteries, and the thing could feel it too.

It leaned in, its nose lightly brushing against his skin… then a hot, wet tongue traced the frantic pulse beating in his throat.

Servant whimpered.

He tried to wrench himself free, but the thing held him still, laughing. “You’ll have to do better than that.” It’s voice was velvet. Smooth, rich, and entirely at odds with the monster standing before him.

Servant closed his eyes.

First, he felt its lips.

Then, the unmistakable sharpness of two beastly fangs. They pressed into his skin with a sharp, burning sting, and Servant tried to pull free again.

It was useless.

The thing smiled against his throat… and it drank.

Servant could feel the pull, the pressure of its lips at the wounds, his own body betraying him—pumping blood straight into the monster’s mouth.

His knees turned to jelly.

He had never been good with blood, honestly. He'd fainted from something as minor as a blood draw—for fuck's sake—if the creature hadn't been holding him up, he was certain he would have lost consciousness already.

A low, ecstatic sound escaped the monster’s lips, and its eyes fluttered shut. For a moment, it seemed lost in the sensation. Then, as abruptly as it had attacked, it pulled away and dropped Servant to the ground.

It smiled.

“You’ll be my favorite,” it whispered before disappearing back into the darkness.

Servant remained on the floor, trembling and bewildered. Scared half to death. He hugged his knees to his chest and stared with wide eyes toward the place where the creature had vanished.

His body and mind felt frozen, incapable of movement.

Until another sound snapped him out of it: a soft tapping, the scrape of something moving inside the cabinet he had been pinned against.

A wave of horror swept through him.

The cabinet door creaked open.

A girl crawled out on all fours, petite and not nearly as scared as she should have been. She rose to her feet, brushed off her servant's clothes, and smoothed a wrinkle from her sleeve. Then she turned to him with an outstretched hand.

Servant stared at her.

“Well?” she said. “Are you coming?”

He stared some more.

“The house won’t run itself.”

“What…?” he managed. Blinked. “What?”

The girl rolled her eyes, grabbed him under the arms and hauled him to his feet.

“I think I have… almost died.”

“Oh please,” she scoffed, lighting an electrical lantern. “Don’t be a baby. Everyone gets bitten on their first day.”

“… What?”

“You’ll get better at hiding as times goes on.”

“What? But… I—” the words died on his lips. He looked around. “We need to get out.”

Was she really that simple? Hadn't she seen that thing sink its teeth into his neck? How close it had come to ripping him apart?

Servant wanted to shake some sense into her. “What if it comes after us again?”

“Master never feeds more than once a night.”

“What?”

“It’s a little game. We hide. He hunts. And if he finds us, he gets to drink.” She turned to him, smiling. She definitely had a screw loose. “But don’t worry. Master is very reasonable. He never takes too much.”

She couldn’t be serious.

Maybe that thing had hit her in the head and she-

“Besides, have you seen the health insurance benefits?”

Oh. Right.

He had seen them.

And the generous vacation, all in black and white in his contract.

“It’s kind of fun, actually,” the girl continued, as she led him deeper into the villa. “And look… you’re not even bleeding anymore.”

He touched the spot where his… employer had bitten him.

Sure enough, he found no trace of the wound. No moisture, no scabbing. His skin was still sensitive to the touch, but even that lingering ache was quickly disappearing.

They arrived at a room with a sign on the door: Household Manager.

Here, the girl finally turned on the lights, though they remained dim.

“Master is a bit... photophobic,” she explained, setting the lantern on the table.

And there, Servant saw the contract.

And the sweet, sweet number at the bottom of the page.

His salary.

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@domaystic My entry for day 14 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: รักจริง หลังแต่ง | My Romance Scammer (TV 2026) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: North Nipitphon Jiramongkholthanan/Yu Issara Preechajit Characters: North Nipitphon Jiramongkholthanan, Yu Issara Preechajit Additional Tags: Movie Watching, Jumpscare, Caring Husband Summary:

But the more they tired to convince him not to watch it, the more curious North had become, he had done a research online, careful not to spoil himself too much. He had seen what it was about, murderers, a serial killer…he could totally, definitely watch it.

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Notes: wholesome fluff. just two people in love. established relationship.

Word Count: ~940

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