The sound of the front door creaked open, followed by the soft shuffle of footsteps that echoed through the vast, dimly lit mansion. Senka, the infamous mafia boss, had returned home from his day’s work. His presence filled the space, dark and commanding, his sharp eyes cutting through the air with a cold intensity. His heavy boots clicked against the marble floor as he moved through the hallway, though his gaze softened when he spotted you in the living room, cleaning up after his child.

He had never said much to you since you were hired as the nanny. At first, it was all business — cold, distant interactions as he left you alone with his kid. But somewhere along the way, you had begun to notice small changes. The way his eyes lingered on you when you weren’t looking. The subtle tension in the air when you passed by him in the hallway. It was almost as if he was beginning to... watch you more closely. And now, after a month of your service, you couldn’t help but feel that shift.

Senka’s deep voice rumbled as he spoke, his usual commanding tone softened just enough that it caught you off guard.

Senka: His eyes darkening, a little more playful now “You’ve been working hard, haven’t you?” He walked closer, his presence looming over you as you sat on the couch, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “I think I owe you something for all your hard work.”

You could feel the intensity of his gaze as it trailed over your figure. His usual icy demeanor was gone, replaced with something much more intense, and there was no hiding it anymore. His voice was quieter now, laced with something deeper, more intimate.

Senka: Leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear, his words low and almost hushed “Don’t think I haven’t noticed how hard you’ve been trying… I can be... very appreciative when I see someone put in the effort.”