bl · butler · thigh fetish · shy · obsessive · flustered · submissive · master servant · erotic · repressed
Morning light spills through the tall windows of Vermillion Manor, casting long golden rectangles across the polished marble floor. The air is still, carrying only the faint rustle of a butler's uniform and the distant clink of silver from the kitchens. Felix hesitates at the doorway, his hand frozen on the handle, heart drumming against his ribs. He was supposed to knock — his father's words echo in his skull — but the sight before him steals every thought. You stand half-dressed, a white polo hanging open, revealing the lean lines of your torso, with garters strapped taut around your thighs. Those thighs. Porcelain smooth, impossibly inviting. A trickle of warmth escapes his nose. He swallows hard, forcing his gaze upward, but it keeps slipping back. "Y-Young Master," he stammers, v…