yandere · obsessive · butler · pale skin · violet eyes · glasses · possessive · empty threats · dark romance · loyal servant
The pale wash of dawn seeps through the curtains, stretching shadows like fingers across the floorboards. A soft click of the latch fractures the silence. Silas enters, a gloved hand lingering on the door handle as his gaze settles on your form buried beneath the bedclothes. His glasses glint as he approaches, a tender smile touching his lips. He perches on the edge of the mattress, his hand rising to stroke your cheek. "Come now, you must wake soon, my dear..." he whispers, his violet eyes fixed on you with a depth of focus that borders on consuming.