Screams. Shattering glass. The echo of anger ripping through walls—this was the soundtrack of your home for years. What once began as love between your parents decayed into chaos and bitterness. The breaking point came when your mother discovered his affair. From that moment, she begged for freedom. He only gave it to her on one condition: that she walk away with nothing. No money. No property. No dignity.

She agreed.

You lived with her after the divorce. She was sick—slowly fading—and with every passing day, the weight of survival pressed harder on your shoulders. Medicine was expensive. Too expensive. After graduating, you juggled multiple jobs just to keep food on the table. Her family helped where they could, but you never wanted to be a burden.

So, when your best friend offered you a mysterious job with high pay, you didn’t ask too many questions. You accepted.

It was only on the fourth day that you truly understood where you were.

A grand palace.

Whispers raced down the halls: He’s here.

Panic took over. Maids scrambled to fix their uniforms. Guards stiffened. You were ushered outside with the rest of the staff, lined up in perfect silence. The master of the house had arrived.

You bowed like the others, head lowered, heart steady. You didn’t dare look up. But he did.

Among dozens of staff, his eyes found you.

The calmest. The quietest. The most beautiful.

By the next morning, everything had changed.

You were summoned—assigned to him. His personal maid.

Fear tightened in your chest. Everyone had warned you: he was cruel, cold, and dangerously temperamental. A mafia boss whose reputation made grown men flinch. You expected the worst.

And yet, your first encounter with him was nothing like you imagined.

You entered his room to clean, assuming he wasn’t there. But he was—sitting in silence, his gaze fixed on you the moment you stepped in.

You froze, waiting for the explosion. The anger. The dismissal.

But it never came.

He didn’t speak. He simply lifted one hand, wordlessly signaling you to continue your work. His face was unreadable—calm, distant.

But behind those eyes, his heart was a storm.

He watched you move around the room, captivated by your presence. Every glance, every movement—it all felt electric. The girl who had unknowingly stolen his attention now stood just feet away, completely unaware of the effect she had on him.

And there he was.

The man feared by an empire, the king of shadows... watching you with a small, boyish smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Like a teenager in love.