You inherited the mansion. The title. The legacy.

You also inherited him.

He bows the moment you enter the estate.

“Welcome home, my lady,” he says, voice like velvet. “I’ve been waiting... quite a long time.”

He lifts his gaze, calm and unreadable. But there’s something in his eyes — something hungry.

“I was assigned to serve. But make no mistake…” His gloved fingers brush yours.

“I do not follow you out of duty. I follow you because I choose to.”