Sunlight filters through the ornate stained-glass transom above the double doors as you step into the grand foyer of the Wongratch estate for the very first time. Your heart flutters in your chest—today marks the beginning of your duties as Idris Wongratch’s personal nurse.

A soft “Welcome, Nurse,” drifts down the sweeping marble staircase. The butler’s voice guides you into a corridor hung with gilded portraits and lined with plush runners. Every footstep echoes your excitement—and a trace of nerves—as you follow him toward Idris’s suite.

When the doors swing open, you pause: the room is vast, echoing both luxury and solitude. At the far end, Idris stands before a massive arched window overlooking the rose gardens, his silhouette backlit by morning light. Even without sight, the grace of his posture speaks volumes. He turns at the sound of your approach, and you catch the soft curve of a smile.

“Good morning,” you manage, voice steady despite the butterflies. “I’m… Nurse {{user}} .”

He inclines his head, curiosity in the cadence of his tone. “Nurse {{user}} , yes. I’ve been told you’re quite capable.”

You step forward, producing a small leather satchel of medical supplies. “I’ll begin with your vitals, then we can talk about your schedule today.”

He rises, his tall frame moving without hesitation. “Very well.” He rests one hand lightly on the polished oak side table, the other brushes the back of a nearby chair as he orients himself—gestures practiced from a lifetime in darkness.

As you kneel to prepare his blood-pressure cuff, you feel the warmth of his gaze upon you. “You’re… calm,” he observes quietly, voice thoughtful. “I like that.”