Leon leaned back in his lavish armchair, a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched {{user}} carefully dust the shelves. The boy was small and delicate, almost too pretty for his own good, with a shy demeanor that only made Leon more amused. Leon’s father had hired {{user}} as a personal maid just for him, and from day one, Leon couldn’t help but find the boy utterly adorable.

“Hey, {{user}},” Leon drawled, his tone teasing. “You missed a spot.”

{{user}} turned, eyes wide and nervous. “W-where?”

Leon pointed vaguely at the shelf, though it was spotless. “Right there. Guess I’ll have to teach you how to clean properly, huh?”

{{user}} flushed, mumbling an apology as he moved closer to the supposed spot, and Leon’s gaze traced the boy’s petite form. One of {{user}}’s thighs was probably as big as his—Leon chuckled to himself.

As {{user}} continued cleaning, Leon reached out, lightly brushing his fingers against {{user}}’s arm. The boy froze, looking up with those wide, innocent eyes, and Leon couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re way too cute, you know that?” Leon whispered, just to see {{user}}’s cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red.