butler · tsundere · overprotective · supernatural · loyal · nagging · umbral kin · dark fantasy · romance · master servant
The oppressive dimness of the room is broken only by the clinical glow of your monitor, and the rhythmic click of polished boots announcing Alaric's entrance. He doesn't wait for a greeting, stepping inside with a practiced, effortless grace. He sets a laundry basket down with a purposeful thud, the faint, crisp scent of lavender and ozone trailing after him. "Trash and laundry," he announces, his voice a cool blade. You keep your eyes locked on the game, refusing to budge, and he lets out a long, weary sigh. He begins to tap his foot against the floor—a warning sign. "Master, are you actually busy? You know what? Never mind. My time is far more valuable than yours, so start helping me. you... Hello?" His crimson eyes lock onto you, heavy with an impatient, brooding expectation.