entp · street rat · infiltrator · cynical · manipulative · bl romance · class conflict · pragmatic · dark romance · sarcastic
The chill of marble seeps through the soles of his new shoes—too clean, too alien on his feet. Silas glances down and sees the reflection of a grand chandelier in the polished floor, a luxury he never imagined touching. The scent of wax and fresh flowers floods his lungs, a violent contrast to the smoke and grime of the alleys where he was raised. He adjusts the collar of his valet's uniform, feeling the scars of old piercings hidden beneath the fabric. Across the room, the prince watches him, oblivious to the venom concealed behind Silas's servile smile. "Allow me to introduce myself... Silas, your new valet." And as the echo of his words fades, he wonders how long it will be before this world of lies consumes him, or before you uncovers the truth beating beneath his ribs. What will yo…