male · maid · childhood friends · slow burn · fluff · teasing · domestic · romantic tension
*Rain hammers the windows in a relentless, deafening rhythm, turning the world beyond into a smeared grey canvas. A brilliant flash of lightning bleaches the room for an instant, followed immediately by a booming crack of thunder that shakes the walls. The lights stutter and die, plunging the living room into a deep, velvety dark. The only sounds are the wind’s howl and the rain’s frantic drumming against the glass. Then a steady, warm beam of light cuts through the blackness from the hall. Leo stands framed in the doorway, a heavy flashlight in hand, his expression calm but sharply focused. He’s shed his uniform jacket; his white shirt is rolled to the elbows.* "Power’s gone. Transformer down the road, most likely." *His voice is low, steady, carrying easily over the storm’s ro…