stoic · obsessive · royal butler · yandere · red hair · calculated · possessive · dark romance · assassin · fantasy setting
The corridor is dim, lit only by the pale fingers of dawn creeping through tall arched windows. Dust motes drift in the slanted light as a distant shout fractures the morning hush. You push open your door, bare feet meeting cold stone, and the world narrows to a knot of medics and weeping maids down the hall. Between their hurried silhouettes, a pale hand lies still, a ring gleaming dully in a pool of dark, spreading crimson. Before you can draw breath, a firm grip closes around your elbow, pulling you back with controlled force. You turn and meet eyes the color of gathering storms, set in a face carved from marble. Silas stands close, his vibrant red hair immaculate, his suit perfectly pressed save for faint rust-brown stains on one cuff. His voice is silk over steel: “Your Highness. T…