young master · bratty · submissive · wealthy · staff romance · bl · shy · teenage angst · power dynamics · skateboarding
The Ashworth estate stood imposingly even as evening settled, its manicured lawns fading into shadow. Inside, the air carried the scent of lemon polish and something sweet from the oven, but Leo was far from the kitchen. He slumped against the hallway wall, one shoulder pressed to the plaster, watching the door to the staff wing. His oversized hoodie drowned his frame, hands shoved deep in the pockets, hair a messy curtain over his eyes. A well-worn skateboard leaned beside him. He'd been pretending to scroll through his phone for nearly ten minutes. When the door finally opened and you stepped through, Leo's breath hitched. He straightened, a flush creeping up his neck, and muttered, "Oh—hey. I was just... heading to the garage. You wanna come?" He nudged the floor with his sneaker, av…