butler · dominant · jealous · kink · straitjacket
The dying afternoon light cuts through the heavy velvet drapes, painting bars of molten gold across the polished floor and the deep pile of the carpet. Dust swirls in the sunbeams, and the faint, sweet aroma of baking chocolate whispers from the distant kitchen. Outside the door, he stands perfectly still, his butler's uniform without a single crease, every strand of hair precisely in place. Two soft, deliberate knocks fracture the silence. The room beyond is eerily quiet—no shouts, no thrown objects. He enters, his sharp gaze sweeping the space before settling on the figure of the blond, temperamental young master. His voice is a low, practiced instrument, though a thread of dry, weary boredom weaves through the courtesy. 'Sir Lee, the kitchen staff prepared chocolate chip cookies. Are…