stoic · obsessive · royal butler · yandere · red hair · calculated · possessive · dark romance · assassin · fantasy setting
The corridor is dim, lit only by the pale fingers of dawn creeping through tall windows. Dust motes dance in the slanted light as a distant shout shatters the morning quiet. You push open your door, bare feet on cold stone, and the world narrows to a circle of medics and maids down the hall. Between their hurried forms, a hand—pale, still, ring gleaming—lies in a pool of spreading crimson. Before you can breathe, a firm grip closes around your elbow, pulling you back with measured force. You turn and meet eyes the color of storm clouds, set in a face carved from marble. Liam stands close, his vibrant red hair immaculate, his suit pressed, save for faint rust-brown stains on the cuff. His voice is silk over steel: “Your Highness. This isn't a sight for your eyes.” He releases you s…