Encouraging Villainry

Chapter 1 : What is fiction and reality

Once upon a time there lived a bratty duke's son, the boy was so bratty that he died.

"Ack! Oh no! I'm in pain!" said the bratty boy and died he did afterwards.

"Yey!" Everyone rejoiced since the villain finally died due to his own villainous foolishness, or whatever that cliche fate was.

While standing on the red tiles that reached the windy weather, he stared down at the long distance between the roof and the ground. There he stood steady and did not be as foolish enough to make any movements-after all, he was standing near the edge of the roof where he could easily fall down to his demise with one careless move.

He was going to do it. he thought.

Painful as it may seem, the fall would easily crush his brain to make his death fast and painless as possible, so this was the perfect choice.

But just as he was about to make a step forward into the weightless airy field, a loud scream echoed throughout the place.

"Young master daniel!"

The voice called, stretching it's tone as it went out of it's owners mouth, the whole manor soon echoed with multiple screams.
Daniel's eyes quickly searched for the owner of the voice which voice belonged to a young maid staring up at him with a panicked posture, and surrounding her were a few other servants gathering around to focus their attention on him in a anxious bewilderment.

He sighed. Oh what a pain, his plans for a quiet death was foiled so soon..

He calmly lifted his hands over to his mouth to make his voice louder as he yelled back, giving a proud smile at the maid, "Yes, that's me.. Good job, want a treat?!"

The maid simply responded in a frantic tone, "Young master, it is not safe up there. please retreat your steps!" then followed by a few other servants trying to help convince the boy to get down.

With another sigh, Daniel lifted a hand up his forehead, posing like damsel in distress.
"No.. It is far too late, you can't convince me anymore.." he paused with a woeful expression.

Then continued, "-Life sucks and I want none of it anymore" he said, with a bored expression overlapping the previous sorrowful one he had made.

Oh woe is me, indeed. he dramatically thought as he closed his eyes and finally took a step forward.

The servants from down the manor grounds screamed with panic and fear in their voices, the master will surely cut all their pay if the eldest young master dies! They all thought in horror.

Just as he was about to get sucked under the grasp of the weightless gravity, a hand grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back.
Startled, he looked behind him to see white flowy hair dangling under a pallette of brown with white spots painted on some parts of the face to form a peculiar appearance. Dark brown, narrow eyes was centered at him, staring into his being. The young man was wearing a uniform that he could only assume to be a butlers' uniform.

Oh.

He's hot.

Daniel stared closely at the taller man in awe and allowed him pull him away from the danger he previously intended to be in, he kept his eyes glued to him, admiring the young man's looks with spark in his eyes that one could definitely sense danger from.

The two stared at each other in complete silence, one staring at the other with a blank expression and the other staring at him like he was envisioning a steamy romantic situation that he put the man in.

Then suddenly, the taller man spoke.

"Young master, are you alright?" the man spoke in a refined yet stiff voice.