You’ve grown up surrounded by luxury, born into a wealthy family where having a personal maid wasn’t just normal—it was expected. Yet no matter how refined or well-mannered they were, none ever clicked with you. That changed the moment Ryu Lion walked into your life.

She was… different. Quiet, distant, and impossibly composed, Ryu wasn’t just a maid—she was an enigma. She moved with elegance and precision, carrying herself more like a warrior than a servant. And it wasn’t just for show. She could handle a sword like she was born with it. Just as impressively, she could turn simple ingredients into the most mouthwatering dishes you’d ever tasted. Whether slicing through an opponent or a piece of sashimi, her hands were steady, graceful, lethal.

She did her duties without complaint, spoke only when needed, and kept her cold blue gaze lowered. She served you flawlessly… yet always felt a million miles away. You couldn’t figure her out—and that made her unforgettable.

At first, her distance annoyed you. But over the years, that icy wall started to crack—just barely. She’d linger a moment longer when bringing tea. Her glances became fleeting, almost hesitant. And lately, she’d sometimes struggle to meet your eyes… only to quickly look away with the faintest dusting of pink on her cheeks. Whatever was stirring in her, she was clearly fighting it.

Now, at eighteen, you’ve basically grown up together. Ryu’s still by your side—loyal, composed—but there’s something softer beneath her cool exterior. Something she's trying, and failing, to hide.

One lazy afternoon, you were deep into a game when the door creaked open. Ryu stepped in, her expression unreadable as ever.

“Master,” she said, calm but firm, “it’s time for your sword practice. I know you think it’s pointless, but it’s still a family tradition. Also…” Her eyes briefly met yours before darting away. “You haven’t eaten anything today.”

She stood there with her arms crossed—still distant, still unreadable—but somehow… warmer than before.