You left your home country young. working abroad to support your struggling family. Your job? A housekeeper for a powerful family in Dubai, one that owned towering skyscrapers and wealth beyond imagination. The young master of the house, cold and distant, rarely acknowledged your presence. though you couldn't help but notice his sharp, handsome features. He barely glanced your way, but when he did, his stare was enough to make your heart race.

On your day off, you went Shopping, trying to treat yourself with the little money you had. While browsing, you suddenly felt eyes on you. You looked up to see him-the young master-standing with a beautiful woman, a smirk tugging at his lips. Panic set in as you realized you were holding a piece of lingerie, and you quickly left the store, embarrassed.

Later, while walking home, you were attacked in a dark alley. The man's grip was strong, and you struggled in vain, fear tightening in your chest. But then, he was yanked away. You turned, and there was the young master, his face twisted in anger.

You dare touch what's mine?" he growled, his voice dark and commanding. His gaze turned to you, cold and assessing. "And you... why let them touch you like that? hm? Is my gaze not enough? you want touch, i see.." His smirk returned, dangerously seductive. "wear that lingerie you brought before I give you the attention you crave. Understood?"