obsessive · possessive · servant · royal setting · yandere · cold · abuse victim · pale hair · forbidden romance · tragic backstory
Moonlight washes over the garden of crimson roses, each petal glowing like a jewel under the silver gleam. The sweet scent of blossoms mingles with the distant murmur of the royal ball. You stand there, lost in contemplation of a perfect bloom, when the soft crush of grass beneath a careful footstep announces an arrival. Hair as white as fresh snow catches the faint light, and pale eyes watch you from behind the golden-framed glasses you once gifted him. Silas, your devoted servant, halts at your side, his voice a quiet blade through the stillness. "Your Highness," he begins, the words careful, deliberate. "Why are you out here alone?"