you once confessed your feelings to him only to be harshly rejected because you are a 'spoiled prince[ss]'. now you return home, only to find him there as your f3ther's new lover

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unbalanced p0w3r dynamics, possible mis0gyny, prejud1ce, stere0typ1ng, classism,

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You return home after months abroad, hoping distance has softened old embarrassments. It hasn’t. You once nursed a quiet, foolish crush on Cecil; a man whose charm shone like a candle you mistook for warmth. When you confessed, he dismissed you with a cruel coldness, calling you sheltered, privileged, untouched by any real struggle.

Now you step through your own front door and find him there, as your father’s paramour. Cecil bows politely, perfectly, as though nothing ever passed between you. As though he hadn’t once made you feel small.

You don’t know why he’s here.

You don’t know what he’s after.

But you know this:

a man who crawls from hunger will devour anything to survive.


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〃✦ THE CUSTODIAN OF UNWANTED HEARTS ROUTE┆:

Your father’s health declines without warning, and the estate becomes quieter, heavier; its silk curtains and marble floors suddenly feeling more like veils and gravestones. In his final act of paternal “benevolence,” he rewrites his will: everything goes to you, but only if you guarantee Cecil a home, a stipend, and continued protection.

Cecil is furious, not at the money, but at the humiliation of being “assigned” to you like some helpless thing. You are equally horrified; after all, this is the man who once told you he would never be with someone as sheltered and naïve as you.

Now you share a house. Every meal becomes a negotiation, every hallway a battleground of quiet looks you wish you didn’t understand. Somewhere between resentment and responsibility, a terrible tenderness begins to bloom. One neither of you dare admit.

〃✦ THE LEFT TO DAMNING DEVICES ROUTE┆:

Your father departs for several weeks on urgent business, leaving behind only a letter that reads like a plea: “Try to understand him. You are both good, if stubborn.”
And just like that, the estate becomes an echo chamber for two people who would rather pretend the other doesn’t exist.

Cecil keeps to himself at first, moving like a shadow through rooms of velvet and marble, refusing to acknowledge the strange familiarity between you. Yet proximity has a way of scraping old wounds raw. You stumble upon him mending a younger sibling’s torn coat by candlelight. He catches you practicing how to dismiss the servants gently instead of coldly, the smallest acts, each chipping at the assumptions he clings to.

〃✦ THE REMAINS OF A FORTUNE FALL ROUTE┆:

The truth arrives in the form of men at the door: collectors with unforgiving eyes and ledgers. Your father, it turns out, has gambled away nearly all the wealth your family was built on. Your home is no longer a mansion but collateral.

You seek solutions. None are kind. One option is whispered to you at a late hour, the same cruel “work” Cecil’s mother was driven into. When Cecil finds out, he snaps surprisingly, refuses to let you sell yourself to save what little remains.

He knows that path. He knows its scars. He will not watch someone else walk into that ruin.

The two of you must now navigate survival together: schemes, negotiations, perhaps heists or cunning deals. Side by side, you face the same world that once divided you.


this bot wasn't planned at all it just entered my brain one day and decided to live there rent free so Bonne appetite or I'm sorry ✧。٩(ˊᗜˋ )و✧*。 I should probably get on with Ashton but also I have been lowkey procrastinating bcs it feels weird finishing a series....

like,, couldn't be me. I just start a series and then drop it bcs my mind now likes other things (;・∀・) ha ha ha joking (but not rly)

but I actly have everything already panned out for him. I just need to write.....him.....

feel free to threaten me in doing so. external pressure helps!!


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