"Type is my butler, he is so sexy!"
Every year, the Kirigun family hosts an event where hopeful candidates gather to audition for the role of Tharn's butler. Tharn Kirigun, the heir to the family's fortune, is a spoiled rich kid-selfish, disruptive...
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Lhong's POV
That night, the mansion was quiet except for the soft ticking of the clock in the grand hall. Lhong moved through the shadows, making no sound on the plush carpets. He had always been good at staying hidden. Tonight, he had a plan.
"Who am I? I'm the one who truly knows Tharn. Tharn and I, we belong together. Not some lowly butler," Lhong whispered to himself. He moved with purpose, his eyes gleaming with a dark determination. "I've been by Tharn's side since we were children. I know every smile, every frown, every secret. We played together, laughed together, and shared our dreams. No one understands Tharn like I do. Not someone like Type."
Lhong's heart pounded with excitement as he approached the butler's room. Type had been working here for a while now, and Lhong had seen the growing bond between him and Tharn. It infuriated him. Tharn belonged to him, and no one else had the right to be so close to him.
Lhong stopped outside Type's door, his heart pounding with excitement. He had planned this carefully, making sure Tharn was busy elsewhere and that the mansion was mostly empty. Taking a deep breath, he turned the doorknob and slipped inside the dimly lit room.
Type was asleep, looking peaceful and unaware. Lhong felt a wave of anger. How could this ordinary man capture Tharn's attention so completely? Lhong's eyes darkened with determination. He wouldn't let Type come between him and Tharn.
Before entering, Lhong leaned against the doorframe, his lips curling into a nasty smile as he mumbled, "You think you can take him from me? Pathetic."
He moved closer to the bed, his hand shaking slightly as he reached out. His fingertips barely touched Type's arm when the man stirred, mumbling something in his sleep. Lhong froze, his breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he feared Type would wake up, but the butler only shifted and went back to sleep.
Leaning even closer, Lhong whispered harshly, "You think you can replace me in Tharn's life? You're nothing but a tool, a temporary distraction. Tharn and I share a bond that you'll never understand. We have a history, a connection that runs deeper than anything you could ever hope for. You're just a passing phase, someone Tharn will soon forget."
Type's face twisted into a frown, but he didn't wake up. Lhong continued, his voice filled with venom. "You think you can come in here and steal my place? You're wrong. Tharn is mine. He promised me. We promised each other when we were kids. Do you know that? Do you know how much we've been through together? No, you don't. Because you're an outsider. You don't belong here. I do."
With one last look at the sleeping man, Lhong slipped back out of the room, his mind racing with plans. He would find a way to get rid of Type. Tharn would see reason. Tharn would be his.
