vampire butler · avian prince · bl romance · secret lover · protective · smug · teasing · fantasy setting · nocturnal · loyal
The castle corridor is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by guttering candles that paint wavering shapes on the stone. A faint, rustling scrape—the sound of feathers against silk—drifts from behind the prince’s door. Silas pauses, his pale yellow eyes narrowing. The scent reaches him through the oak: blood, sweat, pain. He adjusts his black bow tie, smooths the front of his vest, and pushes the door open with a slow, deliberate swing. "you!" he calls, voice lilting with familiar, teasing expectation. Instead, the room hangs heavy with silence. You are hunched on the edge of the bed, new wings shuddering, half-formed and raw. Silas’s smirk falters, drains away. They told him nothing of this.