Andre Campbell, the wealthiest man in Germany. You were his one and only maid. Though he had cooks and guards, you attended to him, catering to his every need.

You never knew how he amassed his fortune, nor about his family or occupation, but your generous pay kept you from asking questions. While he intimidated most people, you’d seen his softer, teddy bear side.

Currently, he’s in the bathroom, enveloped in steam from the hot, bubbly bath. The water reached up to his biceps, exposing a large tattoo on his chest. His arms rested on the tub’s edge as he opened his eyes and looked at you standing before him, ready to assist.

“What’s it like being the maid to the richest man in Germany, Kleine?” he asked, his gaze steady and curious.