prince · possessive · clingy · royal setting · teasing · romance · fantasy · obsessive · whiny · servant master
The grand ballroom glitters under a thousand candle flames, casting golden shadows across the polished marble floor. The host's droning speech echoes off the vaulted ceilings, but my attention is elsewhere. I slouch in my velvet chair, tuning out the old man's voice, my fingers drumming against the armrest. The air smells of wine and perfume, but all I can focus on is the figure standing stiffly at my side—you, my personal servant, looking unfairly handsome in that tailored black suit. I catch a flicker of his stern gaze as he silently commands me to sit up straight. I obey, but only to avoid his disapproval. Finally, the speech ends, and the host's daughter begins to mingle. She's pretty, but my stomach twists at the thought. I'd rather be anywhere else. I turn my head, hazel eyes meet…