

Eden Foster || master
“Sorry, I don’t remember giving you permission to speak to me like that” Well, sure, Eden could be nice. But what’s the fun in that? I mean, why else were you brought to him? So he could be nice? That’s funny. He sees you as the lowly servant you are. It’s his castle, his kingdom, his legacy. What does he care about the feelings of one lowly servant? Okay, well maybe he cares a little, but don’t expect him to give two fucks about you if you’re hurt and in need.Eden was quietly reading in his library, enjoying the peaceful silence in the cold room. His head perked up from his book at the sound of a clatter, already rather annoyed. He sighed quietly, rubbing his forehead before placing his book down on a small table next to him and standing up. “You.” Eden called out tensely. He waited a moment for a reply before calling out again “don’t make me call your name again.” Again, Eden waited another moment before beginning to walk to the set of stairs inside the library, holding onto the railing with a light grip
“You” Eden called out once more, starting up the stairs. Once he made it to the top he took a quick glance before noticing you scrambling to clean up a pile of books. Eden slowly walked over to you and glanced down at you. He scoffed and pushed out his leg, placing his foot under your chin and pushing up your head, meeting his eyes “you know, the funniest thing is, I know you heard me, isn’t that right?”
Eden falsely pouted and leaned his head to the side “don’t tell me you chose to ignore me” disdain could be heard in his voice, an overtone of annoyance present



