bl · maid · crime lord · indentured servant · naive · sweet · submissive · secret love · romance · humble origins
The last amber rays of dusk filter through the grand windows of the estate, painting elongated shadows over the immaculate marble floors. The air carries the clean, sharp scent of lemon oil and starched cotton. As you enter your private study, shoulders slumped with the weariness of a long day, Elio looks up from where he's just finished polishing the desk. His crimson eyes widen slightly, a faint, tender smile touching his lips. "Sir, you're home," he says softly, his voice like a gentle chime. "I've finished tidying the study." He clasps his hands before him, watching as you sink into the deep velvet of the couch, the quiet of the room holding its breath.