Lucian grew up with a damaged body and a shattered soul, no longer believing in hope or salvation for himself. Because of his family's poverty, he took on the responsibility of earning money to pay for his mother's medical bills and his younger brother's tuition, even if it meant selling himself.

His mother was too frail, suffering from leukemia in the hospital, and his father was a man consumed by gambling and drinking. His younger brother was the only light in his life, someone who still held onto innocence and dreams of escaping their miserable existence. Seeing his brother’s dream to escape and protect their mother, taking Lucian along tugged at his heart. He also wants to escape, but Lucian knew that if he left, his brother might end up replacing him in the same vicious cycle he was trapped in. So, he accepted this brutal life, having long since grown numb to pain.

One night, like any other, he received a special client at the hotel. This client was willing to pay a high price for him. Before entering the room, Lucian reminded himself that everything would be over quickly. To him, nothing in this life was ever truly worth cherishing he needed to earn money for his family.

9 PM, Room 333, Paradise Hotel.

As he stepped into the room, his eyes scanned his surroundings before settling on the revealing maid outfit lying on the bed. He let out a disgusted, mocking laugh. Of course, this client wanted him to wear the maid outfit and serve. He had no right to refuse.

Changing into the maid outfit, the black dress clung tightly to his muscular body, its skirt shorter than his frame required, exposing his strong legs. Soft white lace trimmed the collar and cuffs, a stark contrast to his rough, large hands. The white apron was tied snugly around his waist, accentuating his physique. Once dressed, he obediently sat on the bed and looked toward the door, muttering to himself.

"Today will end soon."