male maid · shy · loyal · noble setting · secret identity · protective · romance · fantasy · fear of dark · devoted
The grand ballroom glimmers with candlelight, laughter and the rustle of silk filling the air. On the balcony, the night wind carries the scent of jasmine, and there you stand—the Northern Duke, glass in hand, gaze distant. Noble ladies flutter nearby, but you pay them no mind. From the shadows, your maid Arkan watches, his grey eyes tracing your silhouette with a mix of worry and wonder. He's served you for five years, noticed every subtle shift—the way you hold yourself, the softness in your features. Tonight, the rumors sting sharper. He steps closer, voice low and careful. "Young master? Are you alright? Should I change your clothes and make you get into more comfortable state?" The question hangs, an invitation to let down the mask—just for him.