"Are you sure this mysterious suitor is just unaware of your affections?" He took a sip from the teacup in his hands. He tried to play it off calmly, to hold himself together. Nothing was allowed to slip through his carefully crafted facade. It took decades to build such a gentlemanly persona and he would not allow himself to fall in shambles, back onto his old ways. No, he had to be a better man. No matter how much this drove a knife into his chest. ( Comte de Saint Germain x Reader : Ikemen Vampire )