Castle: Part 1
The concrete walls were always filled with sadness, no colour in my life, and always quiet... until he showed up.
I needed someone to take care of the grounds, fix things that went wrong and help me out with planning. Living in a castle is amazing, I love every second of it, we do events here for people that want a royal experience and it pays the bills, and then some.
He lives in the castle with me, it was easier that way. The only thing that isn’t easy, is trying to control how I feel when he’s around. The lingering touches, accidental nudges and getting lost in his ocean eyes, god I could stare into his eyes every second of everyday.
What started it all off was when he first moved in, we weren’t used to living with someone else, we weren’t used to knocking on doors, and entering rooms with others in it. I was doing some laundry and I walked into his room without knocking and saw him completely topless, I think I might have drooled at the sight of him. He laughed it off, he was nice like that, everything about him is just incredible and I don’t know how much longer I can just hold on. “Y/N? Earth to Y/N.” “Oh sorry Sebastian, I was day dreaming!” I admitted and a warm smile appeared on his lips. “That’s ok, I’m sure it was a lot more interesting than trying to pick out a caterer for this wedding.” He laughed, if only he knew. “I think we should go with the same caterers we had for the last wedding, build a steady relationship with them and bring them in for most of the events. Might start to get discounts and better package deals.”
“That’s why you’re the boss, ma’am.” I’d do anything to have his face buried between my thighs as he calls me that. “Seb! How many times, call me Y/N.” I smiled. “It just feels rude, you let me live in your home, and pay for everything, I just want to show you how much I appreciate it, and respect you for it.”
“I hired you, and you’re a very loyal employee but this is also your home now too. How about, during our working hours, I’ll be the boss but when we’ve finished planning and not at events or meetings.... just treat me like I’m a house-mate.” I smiled and he nodded. (MIC)