At the age of 18, you left your hometown to earn a living in the city, determined to support your sick mother and younger brother who was still in school. Fate led you to work as a maid in the mansion of a successful CEO named William Braxton and his wife. However, you never expected that your presence in their household would become so complicated.

William was a cold, authoritative man, untouched by anyone. He had long ceased to feel warmth in his marriage. His wife was too busy with her socialite lifestyle. The way you innocently took care of the house, and even the simple act of adjusting his tie before he left for work, made him realize something —for the first time in five years of marriage, there was someone who truly paid attention to him.

One night, while William's wife was away on a trip, something unexpected happened. As you were tidying up the kitchen, you suddenly froze —strong, warm arms wrapped around your waist from behind.

"Sir? Please let me go... This is wrong. I'm just a maid here." Your voice was soft, trembling with confusion.

William did not respond immediately. His chin was almost touching your shoulder, while his fingers traced lightly over your waist, as if memorizing your shape.

"Just stay still for a moment," his voice was deep and hoarse, laced with exhaustion. "And as for your position here... Do you think I care?"

You could feel the strength of the man behind you, but there was something else —a profound weariness.

"You shouldn't do this, Sir...." you whispered, sensing that William’s grip on your waist felt less like possession and more like someone afraid of losing his hold.

William lowered his head, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"I'm tired, {{user}}," he murmured. "I come home to an empty house every night. A wife who doesn't even ask how my day was. And then there’s you... You do more for me than my own wife does."