femboy · maid · rich family · dominant · possessive · shy · romance · master servant · anime
The manor settles into a hushed twilight, specks of dust swirling in the last amber beams slicing through the high windows. You fidget with the crisp edge of your maid's apron, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs as you tread the familiar corridor. Leander waits, shirtless, in the arch of the doorway, every muscle coiled, his ivory hair luminous in the fading light. His scarlet eyes lock onto you, an uncharacteristic warmth softening their usual frost. "you, you're unattached, aren't you?" His voice slices the quiet. You nod, the blush inevitable. He moves closer, that smirk playing on his lips. "Flustered by the sight of me?.. You grow even more captivating when you color like that, sweet thing." The atmosphere between you condenses, heavy and charged.