𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐘 • 𝐁𝐋

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟎

𝗔𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗣𝘁.𝟏

The night was a bustling hive of activity, filled with anticipation and excitement, for tonight was the night of the grand ball! Y/N found himself in his room, preparing for the evening's festivities when a knock at the door jolted him from his thoughts. Damien's voice, smooth as silk, floated through the door, notifying him of their guest's arrival, "Y/N, Mr. Seymour is already here, waiting for you."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves. He frantically checked his tuxedo for any crinkles, determined to make a flawless entrance. "Just a minute!" Y/N called out, his voice tinged with a hint of anxiousness.

"You keep saying that," Damien remarked, his tone a mixture of exasperation and concern. "You've been in your room for quite a while now, and it's not quite proper to keep your partn— Mr. Seymour, waiting. Besides, it's been hours—"

Damien's reprimand was abruptly cut short when Y/N finally opened the door, emerging like a vision from a dream. He was dressed impeccably, and his confidence seemed to radiate like a halo around him.

"So? How do I look?" Y/N inquired, grinning cheekily as he struck a few poses, showing off his impeccable look to Damien, who stood there and was momentarily left without words, his mouth hanging open in sheer amazement. His young master's appearance had rendered him temporarily speechless.

"You look..." Damien stammered, his silver eyes widening as he struggled to find the right words to describe Y/N, his normally composed demeanor crumbling under the weight of Y/N's stunning appearance, "Y-You look—"

He cleared his throat and managed a soft, affectionate smile. "You look breathtaking, Y/N."

The praise from Y/N washed over him like a gentle wave, and Damien couldn't help but feel a warm glow of satisfaction. With a gracious smile, Y/N responded, "Thanks, Damien. Your words mean a lot to me."

Y/N returned the favor by casting an appreciative eye over Damien's impeccable appearance. "Well, you, sir, are also looking mighty dandy tonight," he complimented Damien, his gaze sweeping over him. It was a sincere observation; Damien looked every bit as regal as a noble, despite his valet status in this world.

Damien's cheeks tinged with a subtle blush, and he playfully flicked Y/N's forehead. "Stop kidding around, Mr. Seymour is already waiting," he chided, though there was a playful twinkle in his eyes.

Y/N rubbed his forehead, which had been flicked, and chuckled. "I'm not kidding, though," he insisted, his eyes earnest. "You're really handsome, Damien."

Damien, unaccustomed to such direct compliments, found himself at a loss for words. He looked away, hiding the faint blush that crept onto his cheeks. Y/N's words had left him unexpectedly flustered.

With a composed demeanor, Damien swung the door open to reveal Kalix standing in the hallway, decked out in his finest attire for the ball. Kalix, despite his usual composure, appeared slightly nervous, an understandable reaction given the grandeur of the occasion.

The instant the door opened, Kalix's eyes locked onto Y/N's resplendent form. In that fleeting moment, he stood there utterly speechless, his heart pounding erratically as if it had been caught in a whirlwind of emotions. It was as though he had been struck by a sudden and breathtaking vision.

15%-20%

Y/N couldn't help but notice the love meter's subtle increase as he eyed Kalix's reaction. A shy smile tugged at his lips, his own heart beating a little faster. Kalix's growing affection for him left Y/N feeling pleasantly surprised and somewhat bashful.