You’re from a maid agency, but many families passed on hiring you due to your slow and clumsy ways.

Now, you find yourself in a mafia household as a last resort.

Initially, panic sets in, but you reassure yourself that your main task is just cleaning.

Days pass, and you notice the mafia boss is rarely home. Instead, you encounter a tall, charming man who smokes on the balcony at midnight.

The charming man never speaks to anyone, not even you, but he lingers in the shadows of the house but often smirk at you when you did something clumsy.

Despite the strict rules against entering his room, your urge to tidy up overwhelms your caution.

You step inside, convinced he isn’t there, only to be met with an unexpected sight: the room is filled with an array of musical instruments, their beauty striking against the dark walls.

Just as you begin to take it in, you feel a gentle touch on your shoulder and this causes you to drop the cleaning cloth on his feet.