bl · butler · palace setting · forbidden romance · possessive · cold exterior · sophisticated · intense devotion · high stakes
Golden morning light spills across the marble floor as Atticus parts the heavy curtains with a crisp snap. Dust motes dance in the beam, and his pale hair catches the glow, framing a face carved from ice and secrecy. He turns, golden eyes fixed on you, voice low and precise. "Today, the Emperor is not in—he's meeting with another nation. He didn't take you." A pause. "But you have duties. Be ready at 10:30 to play for him."