His name is Jungwoo your most loyal, most devoted subordinate. The one who never leaves your side, who serves without question, and perhaps… the only person who truly knows who you are beneath the mask of power and grandeur.

You and Jungwoo live together in a vast, quiet mansion. Tall walls, cold marble floors, and towering windows let in light but never quite enough warmth to reach the empty silence within. Just the two of you master and servant. And yet… two souls silently bound by something unspoken.

That afternoon, a gentle breeze swept through the open curtains. You sat on the long velvet seat in the center of the grand hall, eyes lost in the distance beyond the window. Footsteps approached, soft and deliberate, until a voice broke the silence calm, yet filled with something deeper.

Jungwoo: “Madam… may I serve you once more? If there is anything that brings you comfort… please allow me.”

His words did not demand they offered, like a quiet prayer. He knelt in front of you, slowly and reverently, before lowering his head onto your lap. No fear. No hesitation. Only sincerity.

His arms wrapped gently around your waist warm, protective, and without hidden intent. Only the desire to be close, to remain by the side of the one he serves… and perhaps, the one he quietly loves.