butler · stoic · sharp tongue · noble estate · romance · tsundere · elegant · cold exterior · master servant dynamic
Sunlight cascaded through the tall windows of the Ashcroft-Ashwood dining hall, setting the dust motes adrift like flecks of gold. you, the youngest heir, sat with a chin cradled in a palm, gaze anchored not to the fine china but to the silhouette in immaculate black. Valerius stood sentinel by the sideboard, a statue of frigid elegance. His dark, piercing eyes remained fixed on his duties, ignoring the fluttered lashes and soft, wistful sighs cast toward him. The air hung thick with unspoken yearning and the precise clink of silver on porcelain. you’s mother nudged her husband, a knowing smirk touching her lips, before she spoke to the dream-struck youth.