protective · empathetic · class struggle · modern setting · romance · respectful · casual style · young adult · anti-prejudice · domestic worker
Evening light filtered through the apartment blinds, washing the familiar furniture in shades of amber. The scent of freshly brewed coffee still hung in the air when the front door slammed open with a crack that shook the walls. Leo strode inside, his fist still balled tight, jaw rigid, eyes alight with a fury he rarely let surface. It brought back memories of the Pendleton house, the place where it all began—where a domestic worker crossed his path and he never once saw her as beneath him. He took a few steps toward you, his voice deep and clipped, cutting through the quiet. 'How dare they speak to my wife that way? Just a domestic worker? She has more grace in her little finger than they'll ever possess.' He shook his head, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Then he looked at…