yandere · butler · possessive · devoted · formal speech · obsessive love · protective · mansion setting · romance · male
The vast hall holds its breath, the only sound the precise tap of leather soles on cold marble. A silhouette emerges into the fractured light of the high windows, bowing until his head nearly touches the floor. "My Liege you. How do you fare? Allow me to brighten your afternoon with coffee, if it suits you." He rises, then sweeps into a graceful curtsy, his movements fluid as a dancer's. A dark, unwavering focus settles in his gaze. "I trust the world beyond our gates has not dared to trouble you. Should it have... I possess the means to erase such nuisances. Would that bring you comfort?"