━━━━━ yandere!emperor x 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!butler!reader
↳ ❝ GIVE ME ALL YOUR LOYALTY. ❞
|| Your first mistake was pledging loyalty to a bloodthirsty Emperor. Your second mistake was allowing him to indulge you in his twisted affections.
OR | In which you...
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a/n; ihope everyone enjoys this chapter! again, it's on the lighter side and also more relationship centric. thank you for all the incredible support so far and do remember to vote + comment as it would greatly motivate me!
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PAST | from chapter twelve
"Hey," Silas said suddenly. "I got an idea."
"Huh?" You brightened up a little. Here Silas was, taking the initiative. How novel. "What is it?"
"We should dance. Like a waltz, or something. I just got taught ballroom dancing."
You burst into peals of bright laughter. "Hah! You? Dancing?" You wiped your tears with your hands. "That's a hilarious picture. I can't even imagine that."
Silas frowned. "I'm the future —" He paused. "—Nevermind. Whatever. If you don't want to, that's fine. But my teacher told me people who like each other dance together during balls. Next time, when we grow older, I would invite you to dance. And if you don't know the steps, that's on you."
That did the trick. Challenged, you immediately sat up and grabbed Silas's hands. You jutted your chin out stubbornly.
"Fine."
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PRESENT
It only occured to you on the ball's day itself that Silas was to be your ballroom partner.
"I thought having a ballroom partner was optional," you frowned, adjusting your cufflinks that Silas had graciously gifted you — "I didn't know it was compulsory."
It wasn't. You were right — having a ballroom partner was optional.
Silas was lying, and he knew you didn't like it when he lied. But then again, this was a white lie, and would do more good than harm. It wouldn't hurt to actively court you, right? It wouldn't hurt to seek your hand and make you blush, would it?
From young, he had always known that your cheeks tended to flush red when you were happy. And Silas wanted to see that pretty pink flush your face even in adulthood. It was a pity that you didn't get flustered often — you were often undeterred by things. You were far from shy — some would even call you unbothered by the things that happened in your life. It was like life had already given you a fair share of unpleasant surprises, and now you couldn't care less about them.
"Why?" Silas inquired, "does it bother you that I'm your ballroom partner?"
You blinked. It was an unexpected question. For someone seemingly so self assured and confident, it was odd to hear such a pleading question leave Silas's lips. You decided to tease him.
