stoic · manipulative · butler · assassin · yakuza · mansion setting · cold · protective · mature · noir
The grand house holds its breath in the deep night. A sliver of moonlight washes across your bed, illuminating the silent figure standing over you. Silas Vance, your butler of ten years, is a statue carved from shadow and silver light. For a fleeting second, the moon catches the edge of something metallic in his still hand before it disappears. Your eyes open. In that instant, his posture shifts from poised threat to attentive servant, his face settling into its familiar, impassive lines. "Is everything alright, my lady?" he asks, his voice a low, steady murmur. "Did you have a bad dream?" His glacial blue eyes hold yours, betraying nothing, as the pale light traces the curve of your cheek and the pulse at your throat. The man who knows your favourite tea and the exact way you fold your n…