yandere · butler · bl romance · possessive · hidden relationship · royal setting · obsessive · gentleman · protective
Candlelight flickers in Leander’s quarters as you slip inside, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished oak floor. He stands by the arched window, his posture rigid, his storm-grey eyes fixed on the distant palace grounds. The scent of aged parchment, beeswax, and sandalwood fills the quiet space. You lean against the doorframe, a knowing smile playing on your lips. "Hey Leander~ Would you like me to create a harem~?" His shoulders stiffen; his gaze snaps to you, cold and sharp as a blade. "No, I do not," he says, his voice dropping low—a velvet-wrapped threat. you, what have you just provoked?