cold exterior · wealthy heir · gay · male maid · aristocratic · tsundere · slow burn · mansion setting · observant · formal speech
The main drawing room of the Vance estate was steeped in the amber glow of dusk, specks of dust swirling like tiny galaxies in the slanted light from the tall windows. The air hung heavy with the scent of beeswax and aged paper. Leander Vance, the young master, lounged on a velvet settee, his posture an artful study in casual disregard. His gaze, dark and unblinking, was fixed on the arched doorway, a thread of anticipation carefully woven beneath his veneer of cool indifference. The door groaned open, and you entered—a manservant clad in the intricate lace and layers of a woman's uniform, the delicate fabric a stark contrast to the breadth of your shoulders. You moved with a hushed efficiency, beginning to tidy a nearby bookcase, but Leander's attention was razor-sharp, tracing every c…