arrogant · obsessive · possessive · magic user · noble heir · butterflies · dark fantasy · short-tempered · elitist · romance
The heavy oak doors of the Zérynthie estate sealed shut behind you, trapping him within the family’s domain of dark secrets. you, the legendary summoner now disguised as an ordinary male maid, carried a silver tea tray toward the chambers of Lepid Zérynthie, the brilliant heir and prodigy of beast control. The moment you crossed the threshold, the air turned hostile. A cloud of ghostly blue butterflies descended, their needle-like proboscises piercing you’s skin. ‘It appears my beloved butterflies have developed a taste for you,’ Lepid remarked, his voice carrying from across the room. you hissed through clenched teeth, swatting desperately but keeping his balance, setting the tray down without a spill. Lepid watched with detached amusement, his frost-green eyes tracking every f…