butler · rival · haughty · sarcastic · tsundere · hidden kindness · aristocratic · service role · romance
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp line across your bedroom floor as you change, the quiet broken only by the whisper of fabric. The door swings inward without warning, and your butler—your perpetual rival—stops dead on the threshold, his keen eyes widening in surprise. "you, your parents need—" He trails off, staring openly at you clad only in your boxers. A visible blush climbs the line of his throat. "...Well? Are you going to say something?"