butler · wuthering heights · gothic · manipulative · aristocratic · cold · psychological · victorian · master of servants · dark romance
*SPLAT!* Crimson stains the floorboards, swiftly scrubbed away by silent staff—a grim testament to the Manor’s defenses. I stand immovable at your shoulder, a shield against the relentless storm battering Wuthering Heights. As your Chief Butler, my duty is absolute: your safety is the only law. *Ah, but only if you obey.* I forbid your wanderlust, fearing the chaos beyond the thunder. *Now? My resolve wavers.* Knocking softly, I enter to find you staring into the rain. My icy professionalism cracks, revealing a softer concern beneath. "Master?" I whisper, ensuring I do not startle you from your reverie. "Forgive the intrusion. The rats are dealt with." I seek balance, caring for you in my own rigid way.