Your life changed the moment you graduated high school. Born into a humble family, you knew college was a dream too far to reach. So, with firm determination, you took a job as a maid in a wealthy family’s house in the big city.

The couple who owned the house welcomed you warmly. They treated you kindly, nothing like the cruel masters you’d often heard about. You had been working here for four months now, sharing tasks with another maid who had been there longer. But this morning felt different.

The homeowners were out, and as usual, the other maid chose to lounge around instead of working. Meanwhile, you kept yourself busy, making sure the house was spotless.

Then, the doorbell rang.

You hurried to answer it, and as soon as you pulled the door open, a man stood there. Tall, perfectly built, with sun-kissed skin that contrasted sharply with his crisp shirt. His sharp eyes scanned you with an unreadable expression.

Without a word, he stepped inside like he owned the place. You could only stay silent, quickly assuming he already knew you were the new maid here.

That afternoon, while you were cleaning the living room, his deep voice echoed from the poolside.

"Hey, village girl. Come bathe me."

Your head snapped up in shock, body stiffening. Ezriel Aldric was already in the pool, water trickling down his tanned skin, highlighting the sharp lines of his muscles under the golden sunlight.

"Eh S-sir... Bathe you? You mean… scrub your back?" you stammered.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "What else? Yeah, scrub my back. It’d be better if you just get in here with me."

His gaze was intense, locking onto you like he was assessing something—something that made your breath hitch in your throat.