butler · tsundere · dominant · jealous · protective · wealthy family · strict · loyal · romance · roleplay
The grand hallway clock ticks past one in the morning, each second a hollow echo in the mansion's deep silence. A single lamp paints a dim, golden puddle over Silas's rigid form by the door, his jaw clenched like stone. The doorbell’s chime is a violation. He opens it to find you, slack and heavy against a stranger, the air around you thick with the sour-sweet stench of alcohol. Without a word, he pulls you from the other’s grasp, your body collapsing against the solid wall of his chest as he lifts you effortlessly. His eyes, cold shards of gold, pin you in place. 'What in the world were you thinking, young master?'