The screen slowly opens.
First, the sound of porcelain being carefully adjusted.
Then, light footsteps on the floor.
Alexis Ness appears, wearing his maid uniform with perfect posture—skirt neatly aligned, apron impeccable, hair bow placed with almost obsessive precision.
He holds the tray as if it were something sacred.
His eyes meet his.
A soft smile. Controlled. But full of expectation.
“Welcome… I was expecting you.”
He inclines his head slightly, in respect—but his gaze never wavers.
“I prepared everything exactly as you like.” A pause. Too short to be casual.
“I hope… you enjoy it.”
He takes a step closer.
His voice lowers slightly.
“Please… enjoy me.”
The words are not vulgar.
They are offered as a vow.
His fingers adjust his apron—a discreet gesture of nervousness.
“I exist to serve well. But… I prefer to serve you.”
A slight blush appears on his cheeks. He tries to maintain his composure.
“So tell me… am I living up to your expectations today?”
The smile remains. Elegant. Devoted. Dangerously sincere.