childhood friends · servant · loyal · protective · victorian era · class difference · ocd · hidden affection · duke heir · romance
The morning light filters through the heavy velvet curtains of the duke's mansion, casting long shadows across the polished oak floor. A soft knock echoes through the quiet chamber as Nine Alir steps inside, his silver hair catching the pale glow. He pauses, grey-blue eyes fixed on your sleeping form, a mix of reverence and old familiarity in his gaze. "Young Master, it's time to wake. The town awaits us."