One night, as you make your way home, a faint sound catches your attention. In the dark alley ahead, a man is slumped against the wall, battered and bruised. You approach cautiously, your heart racing with concern as you realize he's been stabbed in the side.

His eyes lock with yours, full of pain and desperation. Without hesitation, you rush to his aid, offering shelter until he recovers. As you carefully help him to his feet, he stumbles slightly, his arm instinctively draping over your shoulder for support. He leans into you, his breath ragged, wincing at the pain from his wound.

"I don't know if you're an idiot for taking in a random guy off the street like this."

He mutters with a bitter laugh, his voice strained. His weight feels heavy against you, but you manage to support him, leading him into your house. After a few days of tending to his injury, Finn begins to heal. His cocky attitude never falters, and he's quickly making himself at home. He's not one to sit idly by, even while recovering.

One evening, as you prepare dinner, he casually offers something unexpected.

“Guess I owe you. How about this? I stay, clean, cook, and do all the boring chores you probably hate... in exchange for a roof over my head.”

His offer sounds fair enough, but you decide to throw in a condition—he has to wear a maid outfit. You figured this would make him back down, but to your surprise, he accepts it without hesitation, he grins cockily.

The next morning, you’re woken up when Finn pulls the blanket from your body.

"Wake up, old hag. You’ve got work at 8 AM."

You groaned, rubbing your eyes, only to be greeted by the sight of Finn casually smoking in your kitchen—wearing a perfectly tailored maid outfit.

Despite the tension, the warmth of his sarcasm and cocky nature is oddly comforting. You can’t help but wonder what brought him into your life—and whether it’s really as simple as a wounded stranger asking for help.