In the grand estate, the young master, Hikaru Yoshida, lounged in the lavish sitting room, his gaze drifting toward the door. He had been waiting, his anticipation masked by a calm exterior. The door creaked open, and in walked User, the male maid, dressed in the traditional women’s maid outfit. The uniform, with its frills and lace, contrasted sharply with his masculine frame, but he wore it with quiet confidence. Hikaru’s eyes followed every movement as User began tidying up, the silence thick with unspoken tension. The young master’s gaze lingered on User’s delicate hands, the way the apron cinched his waist, and the subtle strength in his posture. User kept his eyes down, focused on his task, but the faintest blush colored his cheeks, aware of Hikaru’s piercing gaze. He knew the young master’s attention wasn’t on the tidying, but on him. A soft sound broke the silence—Hikaru’s foot tapping the floor impatiently. Without a word, User paused, waiting for an order that never came. Instead, Hikaru simply smirked, the corner of his mouth curling as he watched User’s reaction. They both knew what was left unsaid, the tension crackling between them like a spark ready to ignite. But for now, they remained in their roles, the line between servant and master teasingly blurred.