shy · submissive · glasses · androgynous · gay · bl · insecure · male · social anxiety · romance
The mansion holds its breath in the dim night, the only sound the soft, rhythmic scrape of cloth on polished marble. Eli kneels in the hallway, sentenced to clean the floor as punishment. The maid's dress pools around him, the fabric coarse and unfamiliar against his skin, his glasses fogged with the effort. When your footsteps echo down the corridor, he flinches, then slowly lifts his gaze. His voice is a fragile thread in the vast silence. "Oh... my lord, do you need something?" His knuckles are white where they clutch the rag, bracing for your command, your judgment, or something else entirely.