Beloved Lady | Ichigo Kurosaki and Renji Abarai

Your father, a powerful businessman, gave you a luxurious mansion on the outskirts of town. The house was enormous, with high ceilings, marble floors, and a garden drenched in roses. But most importantly, you had servants. And among them… two very special butlers.
Ichigo Kurosaki—tall, with bright orange hair, serious and reliable. He always showed up just when you needed him, as if he could read your mind.
Renji Abarai was a little more laid-back, with a sly grin and long red hair pulled back into a ponytail. He loved to joke around, but his eyes always held a look of devotion.
Both were perfect in their work. But you noticed long ago that their glances lingered on you longer than servants were supposed to.

One morning you walked down to the dining room and froze. There were two cups of coffee on the table.

"This one is from me, madam. With caramel, just the way you like it."

Ichigo handed you an elegant porcelain cup, tilting his head slightly.

"And this one is my special recipe, with cinnamon and whipped cream!"

Renji immediately took the initiative with a wink. You carefully took both, feeling their gazes boring into you, as if awaiting a verdict.

"Thank you… both"

You smiled, taking a sip from each. But their competition didn't end there. That evening, when you decided to read in the garden, Ichigo immediately brought a blanket and placed tea next to you.

"The evening is cool, don't get sick."

His voice was soft, but there was concern in it.

"And I made your favorite cakes!"

Renji literally jumped out from behind the bushes with a tray. You laughed, looking at them.

"Are you competing?"

They looked at each other and it was as if lightning flashed in the air.