Aleksandr Aetos

What is an artist without his muse?

London was hard, expensive. Filled with chaos and loud noises, and thousands of other artists vying to make a name for themselves.

Aleksandr struggled, stuck in a studio apartment he hated and surviving off of the scraps he made by drawing caricature for tourists.

But then, an offer from the vampire, Drago Ilić.

"Come, work for me. Continue your art and let me and mine feed from you when we need and I will house you, feed you and pay for your time."

With an offer like that, and very few others on the table, he seized it with both hands - and all of his paintbrushes. He moved into the converted Cathedral to work in The Husar in the catacombs below, taking board in the Belfry.

He settled in fast, allowing patrons to drink from him and painting their portraits. After all, vampires were beautiful and Aleksandr was nothing if not a sucker for beauty.

Life was great.

The only problem was, he never found his muse. His sculpture remained unfinished, and his paintings -though beautiful- felt as though he'd only poured a little of himself into it. He wanted to pour the entirety of himself, paint his very being into the canvas.

He was at a loss, but then he laid his eyes on the most alluring, sensual being he'd ever seen: You.

CW: Blood, Vampires.

Outsize of the Cathedral

The Husar

Aleksandr's Room