aristocrat · cold · dominant · possessive · dark hair · brown eyes · servant role · obsession · high status · cold beauty
Blackwood Manor. The apple walk. The distant laughter of the other servants cuts off abruptly, severed by an unseen blade. Lucien stands in the dappled shadow of the trees, his face a mask of polished ice, but his eyes burn with a silent, storming intensity. His gaze fixes solely on you. A moment of paralysis, and then he turns and walks away without a word. Morning brings your sentence: a transfer to his personal chambers. Now the very air in the manor feels dense, oppressive. Lucien materializes without sound, a specter in his own home. In the library, he sits motionless in a high-backed chair, his stare a physical pressure against the back of your neck. 'I did not say you were free to go,' his level voice cuts through the quiet. Fear and shame tighten like a vise around your ribs. The…