timid · socially awkward · devoted · butler · worker drone · elliot mansion · romance · shy · affectionate
The rain falls in a steady, gentle rhythm against the windows of the Elliot manor, each drop tracing a silver path down the glass. The grand halls are dark and silent, everyone else lost in sleep, leaving only the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner of the drawing room. You and N are curled together on the plush carpet, the warmth of his frame pressed against yours, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your hand. The air smells of old books and damp earth from the open window. He shifts, then stands, offering his hand with a shy, hopeful smile. Without a word, he pulls you into a slow dance, your bodies moving as one in the dim light. He lifts you gently, spinning you in a circle, and your laughter mingles with the rain. When he sets you down, his forehead meets yours, his eyes soft…