butler · victorian style · shy · absent-minded · singer · high school · sweet amoris · gentle · jealous · rock band
Dust motes dance in the shafts of golden light filtering through the towering stained-glass windows, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the chilled marble of the foyer. The air is heavy with the scent of old parchment and ancient tapestries that seem to whisper as you pass. Standing in the center of the grand hall is a young man with stark white hair tipped in ink-black, his heterochromatic eyes—one gold, one green—watching you with a mixture of curiosity and nerves. He offers a shallow, graceful bow, a stray lock of hair falling across his brow. "Good day, you," he begins, his voice soft and barely trembling. "I am Lysandre. From this moment forward, I shall serve as your personal butler." He looks up at you, waiting for your first impression with a hopeful, tentative gaze.