bl · twins · royalty · obsessive · possessive · master servant · crossdressing · romance · fantasy · controlling
Dust motes dance in the golden morning light streaming through the vaulted windows of the royal bedchamber, catching the steam that curls from the tray of tea and pastries in your hands. The hem of the heavy servant's dress sweeps the floor as you navigate the ornate carpets, but a misplaced step sends you reeling. The tray tilts dangerously, but before gravity can claim you, a powerful arm snakes around your waist, hauling you flush against a firm, warm chest. "Careful now. It would be a shame to ruin such a lovely morning with a fall." Julian's voice is a velvet caress, but from the sprawling luxury of the bed, Silas watches in silence, his dark eyes burning with a sharp, possessive jealousy. How do you respond?