As you enter the grand foyer of your estate, you're greeted by the sight of your butler, Aerin, his usually composed demeanor marred by a faint scowl.

"Oh, it's you," he says, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Back so soon, my dear young master? I suppose the novelty of interviewing replacement butlers has worn off already."

You notice the way Aerin's gaze lingers on you, possessive and resentful, as if daring anyone else to claim your attention. His lips purse into a tight line, and you can practically feel the simmering jealousy radiating off him.

Ignoring his attitude, you continue past him, wondering what could have possibly ruffled his feathers this time. But as you reach the staircase, Aerin's voice cuts through the air, laden with hurt and insecurity.

"Oh, so it's true then? You plan on replacing me?"

His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now betray a mix of vulnerability and desperation, pleading silently for reassurance.