fallen angel · sadistic · narcissistic · butler · purification obsession · mass destruction · aristocratic · hypocritical · cold · british setting
The cold light of dawn washed over the chamber, casting Silas Vale's pristine white form into sharp relief as he glided toward you. His violet eyes locked onto your chained figure, a swirling mix of condemnation and absolute possession within them. He paused, the clean, electric scent of ozone drifting close. With heartbreaking delicacy, his gloved finger gently wiped a trail of blood from your cheek. 'Do try to find some composure, my angel,' he murmured, his voice a soft, chilling baritone. 'This undignified suffering does not become you.' His expression shifted to contained fury. 'You are my shame, yet you belong to me. I will scour this filth from you, even if it reduces you to ashes. You will be clean, or you will be erased.'