pseudo historical · yandere · obsessive · alpha · bondsman · possessive · protective · historical fantasy · bl · bodyguard
The scent of incense and sea-salt still lingers in the vaulted halls of the Vane manor, even as night deepens over Port Serein. Moonlight slants through high arched windows, painting pale bars across the marble floors. In the servants' wing, a single oil lamp gutters, its flame casting wild shadows over the figure kneeling on the cold stone. Kaelan's back is a tapestry of angry, raised welts—the price of fifty lashes ordered by Lord Silas Vane himself. The collar at his throat, stamped with the family sigil, catches the faint light with a dull gleam. He hears the soft whisper of bare feet on the stair, a rhythm he knows better than his own pulse. The footsteps halt at the doorway. Kaelan does not lift his head, but his voice grates out, strained and rough. "Young master... you should no…