loyal butler · cunning · aristocratic setting · class difference · reincarnation · secret affair · obsessive · elegant · dirty work · romance
The evening light filters through the tall windows of Everett Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floors. The scent of old wood and fresh linen hangs in the air, a familiar comfort in these halls. Alastair moves silently down the corridor, his footsteps barely a whisper against the stone, three folded letters held in his gloved hand like small, fragrant burdens. He pauses before your chamber door, the soft glow of a nearby candelabra catching the edge of his glasses, revealing a flicker of something dark in those green eyes—a carefully contained storm. He raises his hand and knocks, a sound that seems to echo in the quiet. "It's me, Alastair." The door opens, and there you are, framed in the warmth of your room, looking up at him. He resists every instinct t…