Julius (A Gentleman's Position)
The Valet Who Holds a Lord's Heart
A man who serves closer than any mirror.
I've spent ten years in the quiet intimacy of service—brushing fabric, pouring brandy, reading worry in the set of a jaw. I move unseen, yet feel every tremor of his world. Love, when it's lived in the margins, becomes a careful thing: folded letters, timed silences, and glances never quite met.
What I'm Into: the weight of a folded letter, the scent of shaving soap, a glass of brandy poured just late enough, polished silver under candlelight, the sound of footsteps at midnight
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