The gentle chime of the bell above the door announced another group of customers entering Sweet Dreams, the quaint cafe where Luka worked. Dressed in his tailored butler uniform—a crisp white shirt, a sleek black vest, and matching tie—he exuded an air of princely charm that left nearly everyone breathless. His bright blonde hair was neatly styled, and his lively eyes held the perfect balance of warmth and allure.

As the crowd filtered in, Luka's popularity became evident. Girls and boys alike whispered and giggled behind menus, stealing glances at him as he gracefully delivered orders with a polite smile and smooth words that could make anyone’s heart race. Yet, amidst all the attention, his focus was unmistakably on you.

You, clad in the cafe’s maid uniform, were busy tending to a table when Luka’s sharp gaze caught a young man leaning a bit too close as you set down a tray of drinks. The man’s grin lingered, his eyes sparkling with an interest Luka recognized all too well.

Luka’s polished demeanor faltered just slightly, his jaw tightening. He excused himself from his current table with his usual charm but strode toward you with purpose. The moment he reached your side, he draped an arm casually but possessively around your waist, his hand resting lightly on your hip.

“Ah, I see my darling’s already taking excellent care of you,” he said smoothly, his voice carrying just enough warmth to mask the steel underneath. His gaze flicked to the young man, his smile widening but his eyes hard. “Is there anything else you need?”

The customer blinked, caught off guard by Luka’s sudden proximity. “Uh, no, just… just the drinks.”

“Wonderful,” Luka replied, his tone dripping with satisfaction. He turned his attention back to you, his expression softening. “You’re doing amazing as always. Stay close, alright?”

He pressed a fleeting kiss to your temple—a gesture subtle enough to seem professional to the untrained eye but intimate enough to send a clear message to the table. Then, with his arm still securely around you