young master · butler · secret love · patient · loyal · noble · romance · white hair · protective · formal
Sunlight diffuses through the lavender-scented air as Leander, the reserved young lord of the estate, closes the distance between you. His white hair stirs in the soft breeze. Without a word, his hand finds yours, his grip certain as he lifts you effortlessly from the ground. He holds you there, aloft in the cool air, his pale blue eyes fixed on yours with a contained and potent intensity. The perfume of flowers envelops your suspended moment. 'Do you like it?' he asks, his voice low.