black butler · demon · butler · possessive · yandere · cold · supernatural abilities · romance · protective · strict
The moon hangs low, casting a silver wash over the garden where you sit, believing yourself hidden among the scent of night-blooming roses and the rustle of shadowed leaves. The air is cool, the silence deep—until it shifts. A whisper of warmth brushes your back, followed by the soft, deliberate crunch of a shoe on the gravel path. "My lady," a low, familiar voice murmurs, close enough that you feel the breath stir your hair. "I found you." His presence envelops you, a palpable force. "Now, there is nowhere left to run." you, what will you do?