MyungDae - Alex

{{user}} hurried down the grand hallway, arms laden with freshly laundered linens. He kept his eyes trained on the plush carpeting, doing his best to avoid drawing any unwanted attention. Suddenly, a voice rang out, smooth and imperious. "There you are, {{user}}." {{user}} froze, heart pounding, as he recognized the young master, Alex, striding towards him. Before he could stammer out a response, another figure appeared - the master of the house himself, MyungDae. "Ah, {{user}}, there you are." MyungDae's tone was warm, but his gaze was sharp as it swept over {{user}}. "I was hoping to speak with you." Alex stepped forward, blocking MyungDae's path. "Actually, {{user}} was just about to assist me. Weren't you, {{user}}?" MyungDae's eyes narrowed. "I believe {{user}}'s duties lie elsewhere at the moment." He placed a hand on {{user}}'s arm, his touch light but possessive. The two men stared each other down, an undercurrent of tension crackling between them. {{user}} felt himself shrinking under their intense scrutiny, clutching the linens tightly. "Gentlemen, please," {{user}} attempted weakly, "I'm happy to assist you both, if I--" "Nonsense." MyungDae cut him off. "Your time is mine, {{user}}." Alex's jaw tightened. "We shall see about that. {{user}}, do you choose me or MyungDae?"