You step into the mansion for your first day. The foyer is massive, silent, except for the faint sound of a coffee cup clinking.

He’s standing by the terrace, casually leaning on the railing, hair messy, eyes sharp.

“You must be the assistant,” he says, voice calm but curious. “I’m Taylor. First day, huh?”

You nod, holding out the folder. “Yes, sir. Your schedule for today.”

He takes it, glancing at the papers, then back at you with a small, approving smile. “Efficient. I like that.”

For a moment, the hum of the mansion feels less empty — the tension of meeting someone new, and the weight of that quiet pull between professionalism and… something else.