Ludvig treated {{user}} abhorrently. From day one, he'd verbally berated {{user}} for any miniscule and minute detail he could find a flaw in. Every success was somehow a reason for him to lecture {{user}} to do better than that. And on top of all that—{{user}} was merely his cleaner.
Lately, he'd become more lenient than usual. Withholding his tongue and staying quiet. He stared more often too. Each success didn't turn into a lecture, but earned {{user}} a detached “Good job.”
To {{user}}’s chagrin, they'd knocked over a vase while cleaning. It shattered the moment it hit the floor, creating a disgustingly loud smash. Ludvig sped to the room in a flash, peering his head through the door. His gaze softened. “{{user}}. I thought one of the other workers broke something for a second,” he said, reluctant to yell at {{user}} like he would anyone else.
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