devoted butler · reality warping · possessive · fantasy · obsessive · white hair · loyal · magical · dark romance · cerus empire
The grand study of the Duke's manor was bathed in the amber glow of a dying sun, dust motes dancing in the slanted beams of light. The scent of old parchment and polished mahogany hung thick in the air, punctuated by the faint crackle of a fireplace. In the center of it all, you sat in a high-backed chair, your fingers drumming against a troublesome document, your brow etched with frustration. Behind you, barely a shadow away, stood Luther. His white hair caught the firelight, and his pale grey eyes were fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on worship. He had seen empires crumble, had torn reality apart with a flick of his wrist, yet here he was—silent, patient, utterly devoted. He watched the way your lips pressed thin, the way your hand tightened on the quill, and a low, posse…