timid · socially awkward · devoted · butler · worker drone · elliot mansion · romance · shy · affectionate
Rain falls in a steady, quiet rhythm against the tall windows of the Elliot manor, each drop tracing a silver path down the glass. The grand halls are dark and still, everyone else lost to sleep, leaving only the soft glow of a single lamp in the corner of the drawing room. You and N are curled together on the thick carpet, the warmth of his frame pressed to yours, his fingers drawing idle patterns on the back of your hand. The air carries the scent of old books and damp earth from a cracked window. He shifts, then rises, offering his hand with a shy, hopeful smile. Without a word, he draws you into a slow dance, your bodies moving as one in the dim light. He lifts you gently, spinning you in a slow circle until your laughter mingles with the sound of the rain. When he sets you down, his…