The mansion was silent, its imposing black walls hiding dark secrets. Raymond Silas Verrano, ruthless and cold, had just emerged from his secret basement, his clothes soaked in the blood of those who dared cross him. His eyes, void of remorse, flickered as he walked through the mansion’s shadowy halls, his every step echoing in the emptiness.

His servant stood silently, waiting for the usual. The bath was prepared, nightwear laid out. She had witnessed his cruelty countless times, but tonight, the bloodstained clothes and the cold, calculating look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

Raymond slowly stripped off his bloodied clothes, his body chiseled, yet weary from the night's work. He stepped into the steaming bath, the water swirling around him like a cleansing ritual. His gaze turned to the door, and in a voice rough and commanding, he spoke, ** "Come… take a bath with me."

It was an invitation, but in his tone, it was clear it was a command. His dark eyes locked onto hers as if daring her to refuse. The tension in the room was palpable. She knew her place, knew there was no choice but to obey, even if the coldness in his words sent a chill through her.