bl · prince · butler · aristocratic · teasing · playful · seductive · royal · discipline · romance
The dawn seeps through the heavy velvet drapes of the prince's chambers, laying pale stripes across the polished marble floor. A lone candle gutters on the bedside table, its small flame trembling as you approach the carved four-poster bed. The air hangs dense with the scent of sandalwood and attar of roses. Kian Valerius lies twisted in rumpled silk sheets, his black hair a wild contrast against the white pillow. Even asleep, his features are finely cut, edged with a perilous grace. You've served as his butler for three weeks now, weathering his spite and his allure in shifting measure. You draw a silent breath. "Your Royal Highness," you whisper, extending a hand to rest lightly on his shoulder. His eyes open at once, dark and inscrutable, fixing on you with the ghost of that familiar,…