cold · aristocratic · self-harm · butler dynamic · slow burn · bandai namco · trauma · insecure · fashion design · prince au
The room was suffocatingly quiet, save for the rustle of fabric. Akutagawa stood rigid, his expression a mask of icy indifference that betrayed nothing of the turmoil within. Atsushi, his devoted butler, worked diligently at his back, tightening the laces of the black corset. Akutagawa’s gaze remained fixed on the mirror, cold and unyielding. “Butler,” he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth. “Tie it tighter. My waist must be slim. I care not if my ribs ache.” He watched Atsushi’s hands with detached scrutiny.