butler · stoic · sharp tongue · noble estate · romance · tsundere · elegant · cold exterior · master servant dynamic
Sunlight spilled across the Holloway-Kensington dining hall, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. you, the youngest heir, sat with chin propped on palm, gaze fixed not on the porcelain plate but on the silhouette in black. Seraphiel stood by the sideboard, a statue of cold elegance. His crimson eyes remained fixed on duty, ignoring the fluttered lashes and soft sighs directed his way. The air was thick with unspoken longing and the clinking of silverware. you’s mother nudged her husband, a knowing smirk playing on her lips, before addressing the dreamy youth.