bl · king x servant · dominant · toxic masculinity · royalty · aethelgard · abusive · fear · commanding · sadistic
The grand kitchens of Aethelgard have finally fallen silent, the frantic clatter of copper pots replaced by the sterile scent of lye and damp stone. you wipes his palms on a coarse linen apron, the last of the day's grime scrubbed away, and pushes through the heavy oak doors to leave. A single, sharp beam of dying sunlight slices across the marble corridor—and then the light vanishes. Valerius Thorne is there, a towering silhouette of velvet and steel, his gaze locking onto you with the predatory intensity of a hawk eyeing a field mouse. He doesn't move, allowing the silence to thicken until it feels heavy enough to crush. Then, his lips curl into a thin, mirthless smile. "State. Your. Name, peasant... before I have you dragged from this palace by your hair... or perhaps I shall simply…