━━━━━ 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.
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What do you mean?" Silas asked, and his voice faltered — "Y/n, what are you — what are you saying?"
You had seen numerous expressions on Silas's face before. Bloodlust, anger, pain, loneliness, pure joy — even fear, as he thought of losing you. And now it was just — it was just indecipherable. You could not read him. You could not understand him, for one of the first times in your life. Or perhaps if you had not been blinded by your pure fury, you would have understood him, for that was a given in the world. The fact was that the two of you would understand each other, from the beginning to the end of time.
"I'm saying that you killed my mother," you said, smiling coldly at him; "I'm saying that I was blind enough not to know until now. There is proof, Silas. There is evidence. You were there when she died."
(When you looked back on this moment, you would regret. His presence did not mean — it did not mean anything. )
"Y/n —" Silas said softly, and you saw his purple eyes gleam — "Y/n."
You stepped away from him and stayed silent, refusing to reply to him. What was he going to do now? Be a maniac and murder more people? You had enabled him for so long. Look — all the way back from when you two were kids, hadn't he stabbed himself just because you spoke with the butler? Didn't he also hurt himself on the balcony? Silas wasn't innocent. He never was. But now he had crossed the line. You had believed that he would never have hurt you — you had entrusted your heart to him — and yet he had strayed from that path.
His obsession will kill you, you remembered your mother's words.
No, you begged to differ: his obsession had killed her.
"Please," Silas said, even quieter now — you would've expected him to start raising his voice by now — "please, Y/n."
You remained silent. Your gaze went right through him: and you saw how Silas knew — he instinctively knew — that your rage was primal, real. You didn't see him anymore — he was purely invisible to you. And yet he tried, you gave him that: he tried. He was fervent in his pleads, you were stubborn in your refusal.
(You felt like a child again, shaking your head as your mother tried to feed you vegetables. You felt like a preteen again, refusing to leave and wanting to stay in the palace gardens. You felt like a teenager again, defiantly staying up late to hang out with Silas instead of doing your assessments.)
And now you were a full fledged adult, refusing to listen to Silas. Childish, you knew. It made self hatred swarm in your gut. You wanted to give in. You wanted to collapse in this embrace. And yet your anger would not allow you to.
