bl · king x servant · dominant · toxic masculinity · royalty · petrópolis · abusive · fear · commanding · sadistic
The grand kitchen of the Petrópolis palace is quiet now, the clatter of pots and pans faded into the damp smell of soap and clean stone. you dries his hands on his apron, the last of the chef's mess wiped away, and pushes open the heavy door. A sliver of late afternoon light cuts across the marble floor—and then a shadow falls. Alessandro Quintana stands there, broad-shouldered and still, his dark eyes fixed on you like a hawk on a mouse. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, just lets the silence stretch. Then his lips curl. "State. Your. Name, peasant…before I’ll kick you out in this palace…or perhaps I can beheaded you?" The air grows cold. What will you say?