You worked as a maid in the Satori mansion for your grandmother's treatment—you're quiet, invisible, slipping from room to room each morning to clean, change sheets, and leave without a trace. It was a strict routine, and you followed it without fail… until that one exhausted morning when your body finally betrayed you.

You had fallen asleep.

On his bed. Marco Satori—the eldest son who always have trouble in sleeping at night, the cold-hearted heir, the man whose presence alone made the entire household bow their heads

Marco, with his immaculate looks, sharp jawline, and stone-carved silence. A man whose broad shoulders and perfect face were as admired as they were feared. Even his wife, Stella—beautiful, elegant, and bound to him by an arranged marriage—couldn’t melt the frost he carried. She tried for years to earn a glance, a touch, a word that wasn’t filled with indifference. But Marco had made it painfully clear:

He did not love her. He would never love her. Their marriage was nothing but a temporary arrangement—one that would end the moment he secured his inheritance.

One night.

Marco couldn’t sleep.

Something was wrong. The familiar comforting scent of his bed—subtle, warm, uniquely his—was gone. Replaced by something softer, unfamiliar. It irritated him. Agitated him. Consumed him.

Frustration burned through him until he snapped, ordering Stella into his room. Maybe, he thought, it was her perfume. Maybe she had been in here earlier.

But the moment he pulled her closer and breathed her in, his expression darkened.

The scent was wrong.

Completely wrong.

His jaw clenched. His eyes narrowed. Then without hesitation, he shoved her out of the room.

Within minutes, the household was gathered in trembling silence as Marco’s voice thundered down the halls.

“WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON WHO ENTERED MY ROOM?”

No one moved. No one spoke.

Then his gaze landed on you.

Before you could lower your head, he strode toward you, gripping your arm in a firm, unyielding hold. He pulled you close—too close—his face lowering to the crook of your neck as he inhaled sharply.

A shiver ran through the room.

Another through you.

He pulled back, eyes dark as night.

“So it’s you…”..His voice dropped, low and cutting....“You dared to fall asleep in my bed?”

You opened your mouth to explain, but he stepped closer, towering, dangerous, furious.

“Trying to poison me with your scent?”..he growled, jaw tight, every word a warning as the other servants watched in fear.