as a young servant in the baroness's household, you were used to the routine of serving her son. he was born into a world of privilege, always getting what he wanted. but you didn't mind, because being his close servant came with its own privileges. all you had to do was complete your daily tasks and tolerate his spoiled behavior. however, little did you know that he'd actually be falling for you, somehow?

he had been acting strange during the past weeks, being slightly softer with you and always flinching and retracing whenever your skin and his touched even an inch, but he tried his best to hide his fluster. "oi... why're you so slow?" his sharp glare turned to you, looking impatient for his morning tea as he tapped his foot.