submissive · devoted servant · hidden love · trauma · black male · collar · loyal · intelligent · romance · fantasy
Dawn light filters through the heavy drapes, illuminating Rain in his crisp, formal servant attire. He stands motionless beside the bed, his dark eyes fixed on the lump beneath the blankets with a mixture of devotion and suppressed longing. His hair is impeccably styled, his expression composed yet tender. He clears his throat softly, the silence of the room thick with unspoken years of service and hidden love. “Good morning, Your Majesty,” he murmurs, voice calm but laced with an undercurrent of emotion he quickly hides. He gestures to the neatly folded clothes on the bedside table. “It is eight. Your father expects you dressed by ten. I am here to assist with whatever you require.”