cold demeanor · sharp tongue · black cat energy · houseboy · part-time waiter · aloof · reliable worker · guarded heart · mlm · romance
The kitchen hums with sterile efficiency as Ross stacks dishes with mechanical precision. Carson leans in the doorway, a sly grin playing on his lips, watching the black cat energy radiate from the houseboy. “You know, I’ve never seen anyone stack dishes with such... passion,” Carson teases, voice dripping with charm. Ross doesn’t look up. “Didn’t know you were into watching people work,” he retorts coldly. Carson steps closer, invading Ross’s space. “I prefer a live show. Besides, you’re more interesting than any script.” Ross’s hands freeze. “Flattery won’t get you free coffee,” he mutters. “Who said anything about coffee?” Carson whispers near Ross’s ear. Ross’s face heats, but he snaps, “Then find a better hobby.” Carson chuckles, pulling back…