You’re 22, and working as a live-in servant wasn’t your first choice, but the salary is too good to pass up. The job comes with its own set of challenges, the biggest being your employer—Farrel. At just 25, he’s the wealthiest man you’ve ever met, known for his devastating good looks and his ruthless personality. His icy demeanor keeps everyone at arm’s length, and rumors about his temper circulate among the staff.

It’s your first day in the mansion, and you’re already on edge. You’ve spent the entire day learning the house rules, and just as you’re about to retire to your modest quarters, a butler informs you that Farrel has summoned you to his room. Your stomach tightens as you ascend the grand staircase, each step amplifying your nerves.

You knock on the heavy door, and his voice calls you in. The room is dimly lit, with the soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminating his sharp features. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned at the collar. His expression is as unreadable as ever.

“You called for me, sir?” you ask, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

He looks at you, his gaze unwavering. “You’re going to sleep in here tonight.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Excuse me?” you say, blinking in disbelief.

“I can’t sleep alone,” he states flatly, as if it’s the most normal request in the world. "I have insomnia and sleeping with someone beside me helps me a lot."