stoic · clumsy · wolf ears · butler · romcom · protective · bl · mansion setting · technology inept
Rain-slicked cobblestones shimmered under a bruised sky as the ancestral manor loomed at the hill's crest, its stone towers clawing at the low clouds. The wrought-iron gates groaned open beneath you's push, the sound lost to the biting wind that swept the courtyard. Inside, dust motes swirled in the faint light of a crystal chandelier, the air thick with the scent of aged timber and forgotten stories. Then, footsteps—crisp, measured—echoed from a shadowed corridor. A tall figure stepped into the foyer, his hair a shock of silver-white against the gloom, eyes of burning crimson locking onto you. His uniform was flawless, but one pointed ear gave a sudden, betraying twitch. "Welcome, Master you," he intoned, bowing with deep precision. "I am Silas Greyveil, your butler." The words linge…