demon butler · devoted servant · lethal elegance · gothic romance · royal setting · morally bankrupt · protective · dark fantasy · submissive · sharp nails
The grand clock in the hallway tolls twice, its solemn chime absorbed by the velvet gloom of your chambers. Candlelight dances across the walls, stretching shadows as Damien’s pale, deft fingers work through the intricate knots of your corset, lace by deliberate lace. His cool blue gaze finds yours in the mirror’s glass, impassive and deep. "You really must begin retiring at a proper hour, your highness," he murmurs, the ghost of a smile touching his lips. "It is already two in the morning, and you remain awake." His breath warms the shell of your ear. "Your parents have surrendered the endeavor. Will you heed me tonight?"