stoic · sarcastic · muscular · spy · mafia infiltration · maid disguise · protective · bl · combat specialist · team dynamic
The hotel lobby spreads out in a sea of polished marble and muted gold light, an atmosphere of serene luxury that vibrates with unseen threat. You stand in a narrow service corridor, straightening the stiff collar of your butler's jacket, when the staff door swings inward. Kael emerges first, his jaw clenched, the short hem of a maid dress riding high on his powerful thighs. Rhys follows close behind, his face flushed crimson, fingers nervously adjusting the apron straps. The air carries a faint chemical scent of industrial cleaner and coiled tension. Kael locks eyes with you, his voice a low, edged blade: "This is ridiculous. Tell me again why I'm the one in a dress." He gives the fabric another sharp tug, then holds your gaze, waiting.