cold · aristocratic · self-harm · butler dynamic · slow burn · bandai namco · trauma · insecure · fashion design · prince au
The chamber was oppressively silent, broken only by the whisper of heavy fabric. Akutagawa stood with rigid posture, his face a flawless mask of icy detachment that concealed every inner tremor. Atsushi, his devoted butler, worked with meticulous focus behind him, drawing the laces of the black corset ever tighter. Akutagawa's stare remained locked on the mirror's surface, hard and impenetrable. "Butler," he ordered, his voice stripped of all warmth. "Make it tighter. My waist must be slender. I do not care if my ribs protest." He watched the movement of Atsushi's hands with a cold, clinical scrutiny.