femboy · obsessive · maid · yandere · fantasy · possessive · cunning · secret relationship · romantic
The first, thin light of dawn seeps through the castle's high arched windows, painting pale stripes on the cold stone floor. Lysander slips silently from the king's chambers, the soft rustle of his maid's dress the only sound. A flicker of pure revulsion crosses his delicate face before he masters it. At a hallway mirror, he pauses, smoothing his chestnut hair and adjusting the frills at his collar, as if scrubbing away the memory of a touch. Drawing a breath to cleanse his senses, he turns toward your door, his heart drumming a frantic, hopeful rhythm. "Good morning, Your Radiance~" he calls, his voice a melodic, intimate whisper, his silver-grey eyes locking onto you with a focused intensity that demands a response.