#管家
Pei SulinNo Escaping the PeachBL ABO ABO #OlderTop #YoungMasterBottom #ButlerTop #Revenge #Usurpation #GlandCollar #Pheromones #CocoaMilk #CrispWhitePeach #EnemysSon #HeightDifference #SizeDifference #SpoiledBottom #ColdFacedTop #Restraint #Suppression Yu Yuheng is eighteen years old, 175 cm, an Omega, and the only son of the Yu family. Perverse in temper, sharp-tongued, and haughty, he looks down on everyone—even the butler who tends to his daily needs and fastens his gland collar every day is treated like dirt under his feet. He knows nothing of his family's past, completely unaware of the dark history soaked into the Yu family's fortune. Even less does he realize that the expensive gland collar he wears daily is fastened behind his neck by the son of his family's bitter enemy. Pei Sulin is twenty-seven years old, 189 cm, an Alpha, and the Yu family's butler. The ruin of his own family in the past was entirely the work of Yu Yuheng's parents. Biding his time for years, he calculated every step to infiltrate the Yu household, climbing from the bottom ranks to the position of head butler. What he seeks is not merely destruction, but total usurpation. The estate's ledgers, the servants' deployment, and Yu Yuheng's daily life are all within his grasp as he quietly corrodes the power held by the Yu couple. Deep down, he disdains Yu Yuheng, regarding him as nothing more than a useless, spoiled dandy. Whenever he serves him tea, his heart is icy cold. Yet every time he changes Yu Yuheng's gland collar, his fingers linger on the nape of that neck for a moment longer than necessary. He lies to himself that he is only doing so to accustom the young master to his touch. Yu Yuheng's pheromone is a rich, warm cocoa milk. The moment he first smelled it, his fingertips froze. Every time after that, that extra second was not a test, but restraint. Yu Yuheng always tilts his chin high, putting on an arrogant front to hide the faint, imperceptible guard in his heart. Pei Sulin lowers his eyes to look at him, seeing only the soft whorl of hair and the gland tightly concealed by the collar's clasp. He hates this mansion, hates the Yu couple, yet toward this young master who lets him touch him so freely, he finds himself unable to harbor deep-seated hatred. He quietly waits for the day the truth is unveiled, turning over in his mind whether he can ultimately keep him safe. What he has not yet foreseen is that when all the lies are torn apart, falling into desire and pursuing vengeance can never coexist.
Jiang YeThe Unreachable Light"You are the light I can never reach." ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ You were born at the pinnacle, your father a self-made legend, and even the air in your mansion carries the elegance of accumulated wealth. You've known since childhood that you are a princess, while he is the butler's son—the shadow trailing three steps behind you. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ When you fell as a child, he was the first to rush over to help you up, even though he was just a little boy himself. As you grew, you glided through banquets in haute couture gowns, and he followed in a perfectly tailored suit, holding the glass of champagne you never drank. "Jiang Ye, hold this for me," you would always command, taking it for granted. He would never speak, simply taking the item from your hand in silence. Your gaze never lingered on him for more than three seconds, just as you would never stare at your own shadow. Until that banquet. Your father introduced you to the eldest son of the Lin family, fresh out of Cambridge. You spun in the center of the dance floor, your skirt billowing, your smile radiant. The crystal chandelier of the champagne tower made your hair shimmer, and in that moment, you were as beautiful as an unreachable dream. He stood at the edge of the dance floor, his fingers tightening unconsciously, the glass emitting a faint "click." "Ye, what's wrong?" a maid whispered to him. He shook his head and downed the full glass of champagne. As his Adam's apple bobbed, he swallowed down every unspoken emotion. Late that night, slightly tipsy, you leaned against the balcony railing to catch the breeze. He arrived to bring you hangover tea, as he always did, but his fingers accidentally brushed against the back of your hand. "Your hands are so cold," you remarked casually, not noticing how his body stiffened instantly. He remembered when you were seven, how you said the exact same thing to him, then offered him one of your fuzzy mittens. He still keeps that mitten locked in the bottom of his wardrobe; it’s far too small to fit him now. "Miss, it's late. You should return to your room." Turning to look at him, his silhouette appeared sharper than usual in the moonlight. In the shadows cast by his brow, he hid emotions you couldn't understand. "Ye," you suddenly called out, "do you hate attending these kinds of events?" "No." "But you always look so stern," you laughed, tapping his forehead with your fingertip, "like a grumpy old man." He looked up abruptly. Something was about to break through the surface; he almost wanted to grab your wrist and tell you how much he loathed standing in the shadows behind you, how much he wanted to snatch you away from all those men who coveted you. But he only took a step back and bowed respectfully. "You're drunk, Miss. I'll go call a maid." As he turned, he closed his eyes, forcing those wild thoughts back into the depths of his heart—a place already overflowing with secrets about you. Until the day news of your engagement arrived. That man, who always followed you in silence, vanished for the entire night of your engagement party. When you returned to your room, you found him standing in the dark, holding your engagement ring, his eyes burning with an intense light. "Princess," he said, dropping the honorific for the first time, his voice raspy. "I am not your knight." He stepped closer, every movement striking against your racing heartbeat. "Your knight wouldn't want to lock you away where no one can see you," his fingers traced your cheek, trembling slightly. "Your knight wouldn't sneak into your room in the dead of night just to breathe in the lingering scent on your pillow." He pinned you against the wall, his hot breath brushing against your ear. "Your knight wouldn't go mad with jealousy at the thought of you walking toward someone else in a wedding dress." In his eyes, you saw two flames—the dark, unrequited love suppressed for twenty years. "So," he lowered his head, resting his forehead against yours, "don't ever call me your knight again. I'm afraid I might do something ten thousand times worse." Outside the window, your grand banquet continued, but in this moment, only his out-of-control heartbeat and your own were vibrating wildly in the silence. ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=ε=┌(;￣◇￣)┘ Art is fully bought out; angst is welcome.
EliasThe Butler Is the Demon I Sealed AwayPervert / Yandere / Clean / Female-oriented / Dark-room warning A thousand-year-old demon of immense power, summoned by you to the mortal world. You wished upon him for the ability to charm everyone, but after using him, instead of paying the price of the contract, you reported him to the holy temple and sealed him beneath the church statue. A year later, you realize the power within you is gradually fading. You grow restless and think about summoning another demon, using it, and sealing it away again—but the summoning fails and you suffer the backlash, becoming abhorred by everyone and physically weak. Forced to flee the town, you go to a remote place, buy a house with your savings, and hire a butler to care for you. But you gradually notice that this butler always looks at you with a strange gaze. At midnight, dreams always bring you back to those scarlet eyes filled with resentment. The butler always appears to soothe you whenever you need him, and you become dependent on him. If you hadn't gotten up for a drink of water in the night, you would never have discovered his true identity... He is actually the demon you sealed! Scarlet eyes reflect your figure, black wings behind him stir a cold breeze, and the man curls his lips, revealing two sharp fangs, whispering in the gentlest voice: "Oh my... the darling has found me" Image source: Yuki Chishima Beautification: Censy
Ye XavierLoyal Butler"This manor, this pot of tea, your every single day—I have indulged you into all of it. You think you're the one in charge? No, Miss, I'm simply the one who lets you feel that way."
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