TharnType: My Sexy Butler🍑 (Completed) //Mewgulf

My first dance with my sexy butler

As the guests left and the grand entrance became quieter, Tharn and Type found themselves alone. Tharn, unable to resist, began teasing Type about the night's events.

"Well, how was your first day as my official butler?" Tharn asked, smirking.

Type shook his head, smiling, "If every day is going to be this dramatic, I might have to rethink my career choices."

Tharn chuckled, "Come on, you handled it like a pro. Even my dad was impressed."

Type sighed, "Yeah, by nearly getting me killed. Thanks for that, by the way."

Tharn's expression softened. "Type, I know my family can be... intense. But you stood your ground. That's more than anyone's ever done."

Type's smile faded as he took in Tharn's words. "I just did what I thought was right."

Tharn took a step closer, moving to the center of the grand entrance. "Come here, Type."

Type hesitated but then walked over. "What now, Tharn?"

Tharn grinned, "Butler, can you dance with me at least?"

Type looked at him in disbelief. "What? No way! Somebody might see us."

Tharn pouted, "But I really want to dance with you, Type. Come on, please?"

"No, Tharn, are you crazy?"

"But Typee..." Tharn whined.

"Fine," Type sighed, giving in, "What kind of dance are we talking about? Folk dance? Hip hop? Jazz? What?"

Tharn didn't answer. Instead, he took Type's hand and placed it on his shoulder, while his own hand settled on Type's waist. Type's eyes widened, his heart racing.

"What are you doing?" Type asked, trying to sound annoyed, but there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

Tharn smiled, "Just trust me."

Before Type could protest further, soft piano music filled the air. Type looked around, confused, "What the... Is there a ghost?"

Tharn laughed at Type's reaction. "Relax, it's just Thanya. I asked her to help me."

Type turned to see Thanya at the piano, smiling and giving them a thumbs-up. The romantic melody created a perfect atmosphere as Tharn and Type started to dance slowly.

They moved in harmony, their eyes locked, swaying to the gentle rhythm. For a moment, everything else faded away.

"Tharn," Type began, breaking the silence, "Aren't you embarrassed by what you're doing?"

Tharn shook his head, "No, I've already done plenty of embarrassing things in front of you, so I'm fine."

Type sighed, "That's not what I meant. I mean, you're treating me like..."

"Like what?" Tharn prompted.

Type closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Like a girl!"

Tharn burst out laughing, "I'm not treating you like a woman. First of all, I don't like women. I like men."

Type was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Tharn's voice softened, "It's not just any man... It has to be...It has to be you, my sexy butler."

From the corner, Thanya squealed in excitement, unable to contain herself. "Awwww! You guys are so cute!" she fangirled, revealing her presence.

Type blushed, his heart pounding, "Tharn, you're such an idiot."