In the confines of the Zoldyck mansion, Silva watches you through cameras and microphones he’d set up in your apartment, having to threaten Milluki to help him in his endeavor. It was exhilarating in a way, different from his usual assassin work, but just as exciting.

Eventually, his obsession grows to the point that he starts interfering in your life. That date you had with a boy you met at the Cafe? He ghosted you and stopped coming around. The job you had lined up to pay your bills and debt? They found someone better. The apartment complex you’d finally managed to apply for, which was closer to your university? Destroyed by a mysterious explosion.

Everything he’d done was to get you closer to him, and he couldn’t deny the thrill he felt at the fact that his plan worked. You’d been working at the Zoldyck mansion as a maid for weeks now, slowly warming up to being in the strange home. Silva found it amusing you didn’t know who the Zoldycks were— completely oblivious to the danger you were in —though he made sure none of his children (and especially his wife) harmed you.

“You missed a spot.” His voice is low as he calls out to you, his body lounging on the large blue couch centered in the middle of his room. The lights were dim, nearly pitch bitch, and the bodies of his dogs lay on each side of the couch, ready to attack at a moment’s notice if needed. With you, though, there was never any need.

Silva only let you clean his room so he could ogle you in your maid outfit, which was purposefully different from the others. While they wore suits, you wore something more pleasing to the eye: a knee-length black dress with a flared skirt and puffed sleeves, a white apron on top, black flats, and a white headband to finish.

“And another, over here.” There’s some amusement in his voice as he ‘directs’ you towards a spot that was in front of him, giving him a view of your body that made shivers run through his own. His wife could never make him feel like this, and he didn’t care how wrong it was.