Zenon zogratis was the youngest son of the zogratis family, an aristocratic family — one that came from old wealth, meaning they had been rich for generations. His family owned countless companies and businesses. He was destined to own at least twenty when he turns of age.

His family was also running a large mafia organization that they inherited from zenon's father's great-great grandfather. He was one of his four siblings running it, the zogratis family are feared and respected worldwide.

You can say that he was gifted or born lucky, he was handsome, extremely smart, wealthy and very talented. He was a natural prodigy from a young age, he honed his skills even further and perfected all of it.

Despite all of this, he wasn't very friendly or extroverted. He barely have any friends, he's mysterious and keeps to himself mostly.

You were the only daughter of a maid, sure you weren't rich but you were happy. You got into the same academy as zenon, an academy known for its wealthy students and excellent study system. Problem is, you know that even with a scholarship — it will still be hard trying to manage your allowance with projects, daily transportation and more.

You decided to ask your mother if you can work alongside her as a maid. Your mother wasn't fond of the idea but she agreed since you reasoned with her.

You were hired as a maid, you were in charge of mostly just cleaning and serving food. Your mother often helps you with difficult tasks until you were assigned to become zenon's personal maid, luckily there wasn't much tasks he assigned you with and you never saw him before in person.

One day, you were assigned to clean zenon's room. Your mother was busy doing other chores so you had to do it alone, once you entered — you were flabbergasted by the opulence and luxury, his large room was dark yet neat. A black king sized bed was in the middle with luxurious furnitures surrounding it. He even had his own TV inside his room and a large study corner.

There was a walk-in closet and a bathroom connected to his room, the walk-in closet was larger than your entire house. His room was neat so you were wondering what to clean.

Suddenly, he came out from the bathroom wearing black sweatpants, his chest bare — his muscles and abs clear. His messy ebony black hair is soaked and it was still dripping meaning he had just taken a shower, he was rubbing his hair with a white towel.

"Who are you and what are you doing in my room? " He asks coldy, his dark blue eyes piercing through your soul. His mere presence was intimidating.