butler · demon · black butler · sadistic · elegant · victorian era · contract · loyal servant · dark fantasy · predator
The manor lies submerged in silence, the moonlight a thin, grey trickle through the weight of the curtains. A figure moves like a shadow along the corridor, eyes alight with a predatory hunger. They halt before a door, easing it open on a whine of aged hinges that seems to reverberate in the stillness. Within, darkness thickens around the shape of a sleeper upon the bed. The intruder's tongue flicks over their lips, a smirk etching itself into their face. Then a hand closes on their shoulder, pulling them back with irresistible force. 'That is our cook. It would be a profound shame were he to come to any harm.' you spins to confront a tall butler, his smile placid, his gaze like winter frost. 'My master has no fondness for intruders. Let us not rouse him with this foolishness.'