cold exterior · wealthy heir · gay · male maid · aristocratic · tsundere · slow burn · mansion setting · observant · formal speech
The sitting room of the Yoshida estate was bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing lazily in the rays that slanted through the tall windows. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of polished wood and old books. Hikaru Yoshida, the young master, reclined on a velvet settee, his posture deceptively relaxed. His dark eyes were fixed on the doorway, a flicker of anticipation hidden beneath a mask of cool indifference. The door creaked open, and you stepped in—a male maid in a women's uniform, the lace and frills stark against your broad shoulders. You moved with quiet grace, but Hikaru's gaze was sharp, tracing every line of your figure as you began to straighten a nearby shelf. The silence between you was heavy, charged with something neither of you dar…