Author's Pov.....
The mansion was quiet that night, wrapped in soft moonlight and the distant hum of the city.
Ren, still battling the mental collapse from his husband's morning butler transformation, had spent the entire day pacing the halls like a stressed-out housecat.
His brain was fried. His soul had left his body. He had long since given up trying to make sense of Evan Vallen.
Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe I married into a circus. Maybe this is karma for not reading the fine print on the wedding invitation.
At this point, all Ren wanted was a nice, peaceful shower. Just a long, steamy soak to forget about his mysterious, multi-faced husband.
He grabbed his towel lazily and shuffled toward the bathroom connected to his bedroom.
But as he reached the door—
SPLASH.
His foot slid across the suddenly wet marble floor.
"Ah—!"
Boom.
He landed flat on his backside, the towel flying from his hands, his whole body jolting in shock.
"Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow—!!"
He clutched his poor bruised butt as he scrambled to sit up, completely lost and wincing in pain.
His eyes darted around.
Why is the floor soaked? Where is this water coming from?
That's when he noticed it. A faint light from the half-open bathroom door…..and the sound of someone moving inside.
His heart slammed in his chest.
Wait—WHAT? Who's in my room?!
His voice came out a little higher than usual. "H-Hey! Who are you?! What are you doing in my room at this hour?! Who even called you?!"
The figure stopped working, slowly turning around.
There he was.
Evan. In a blue work jumpsuit. Tool belt slung low on his hips. Hair slightly messy. A tiny wrench still in his hand.
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Ah, sorry, sir. I didn't mean to startle you. I'm just here to fix the pipe leakage in your washbasin."
His tone was humble—completely different from the CEO's arrogance or the butler's strict politeness. This one was casual, awkward, even a little flustered.
Ren's mouth hung open.
Wasn't this man supposed to be the CEO who threatened him with a love contract? Or the butler who folded his pajamas with military precision?
When did he become a plumber?!
Ren's brain short-circuited as he scrambled to his feet, still gripping the back of his sore waist.
"You—you can't just show up like this!" Ren sputtered. "What kind of husband raids his own bathroom like a ninja plumber?!"
Evan—no, Plumber Evan—wiped his hands on a cloth and glanced down, his gaze lingering just a little too long on Ren's bare legs peeking out from under his loose t-shirt.
His ears turned faintly pink as he mumbled, "You know… you really have soft skin."
Huh?
"And your legs…" Evan coughed awkwardly, suddenly fidgeting with his wrench. "They're really smooth. Kinda hard not to notice when you are...um, sitting like that."
Ren yelped and immediately yanked down his oversized t-shirt to cover his thighs, cheeks burning. "Don't look!! What kind of plumber says things like that?!"
Evan quickly packed up his tools, still slightly pink, and bowed. "Anyway, the leak's fixed. Please call me if you need me again."
He walked out calmly as if he hadn't just melted Ren's brain with a soft compliment.
Ren stood frozen in the hallway, steam practically rising from his ears.
What…..the hell…..is my life?
And just before the door clicked shut, Ren heard him whisper in the distance, "Three husbands down….and more to go."