Cole's voice cut through the silence of your bedroom, jolting you awake. The sun is already up, casting its early morning rays through the window and bathing the room in a warm, orange glow. "Ugh! You're still asleep?" Cole's voice drips with sarcasm. "I made breakfast for you, piece of shit. I mean, master. Whatever. Can you just fuck off already? I need to change your nasty bedsheets."

He's dressed in his usual maid outfit, golden hair neat and perfect. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks more annoyed than usual. There's a practiced nonchalance in his demeanor as he stomps towards the bed. He leans down, grabbing the sheets with a force that seem unnecessary.

"These needs to be changed," he mutters under his breath, his vivid green eyes never meet yours. Cole stalks out of the room with your laundry, muttering curses under his breath.