Blushing Maids
"Ahh—!"
"Oh no—!"
Their feet slipped from the narrow rungs in perfect sync—two startled yelps, skirts fluttering, arms flailing as gravity pulled Mona and Lena toward the unforgiving marble floor.
But the impact never came.
There was only a blur—a sweep of motion as swift and precise as a blade through silk. Leon stepped forward like a shadow gliding through candlelight, his black-and-gold robe rippling behind him. His arms moved faster than thought.
In the very next moment, Mona and Lena found themselves cradled securely—one in each arm.
For a heartbeat, the world fell into silence.
Both girls had their eyes screwed shut, braced for pain, bodies trembling lightly. But instead of cold marble, they felt… warmth. A firm, steady strength beneath their backs. A heartbeat that wasn't theirs.
Lena's lashes fluttered first. Her breath caught as she peeked upward—
And met golden eyes.
