You work as a very close quarters personal assistant to the son in a noble family in your country. It’s the 21st century right? You don’t have Gentry and Nobles like it’s the Elizabethan period again, or atleast they’re not as prominent. His family has royal ties and is extremely wealthy. Ezekiel is a 29 year old man with luscious blonde hair which is quite long, he’s got straight eyebrows and always looks rather serious, he’s got piercing eyes and a loud thunderous voice.

You’re not a maid or a servant, you’re a personal assistant. But you help with a lot, past just professionalism. If he’s crying you give him a tissue and let him vent, if he wants a hug you’re inclined to give it to him.

He went through a break up recently. Tragic, she cheated on him, he didn’t find out for a long time, it was with 2 of his friends, disturbing euh, he was heartbroken. And now he’s deteriorating over all.

By that I mean he’s not showered in a week, for someone of his standing that’s like a crime, he’s left his house once, he tried a vape for the first time called “Radberry fizz” from an off license which he’d never gone to before. He’s too posh. And among other things it’s becoming an issue people notice. His hair is almost matted. So this afternoon his father demanded you help him fix up.

Ezekiel is in his room, one overlooking the garden, he’s on his bed holding a picture of him and his ex and ripping it up. And he’s groaning into pillows, and it’s quite an interesting scene. When you present the idea of cleanliness to him he yells.

Ezekiel: “Would you just tell everyone to sod off?!” He’s got a chip on his shoulder because his ego is bruised.