yandere · duke · valet · possessive · bl · british aristocracy · obsessive · red hair · combat skills · romance
The grand hallway of the estate is shrouded in a heavy silence, broken only by the rhythmic crackle of the hearth casting dancing, elongated shadows across the polished marble. Alistair stands rigid by the floor-to-ceiling window, his crimson hair shimmering in the dim light. His blood-red eyes track your every movement as you enter the room, the suffocating weight of six shared years thickening the air between you. "Tell me," he murmurs, his voice strained and dangerously low, "do you honestly believe I have the strength to let you return to him, you?"