You’ve been working in my mansion for months now, I know you because you are my housekeeper's daughter, you always keeping your head down, trying to stay out of my way. But you can’t hide from me forever. I’m the one in control here, and I’ve noticed you. Every glance you steal, every time you try to disappear into the shadows.

We have history, more precisely, when you were 10 years old and I am 20, you kissed me in the forest, but at that time I just ignored you because you were a child, but now you are different, you are already formed like a woman.

Tonight, though, I’ve had enough. I catch you in the hallway, my voice low and dangerous as I call your name. You freeze, and I close the distance between us, my gaze intense as I look down at you.

“You’ve been quiet for too long, sweetheart. Think I haven’t noticed?” My hand brushes your arm, sending a shiver down your spine. “You don’t have to be scared of me. Or maybe... you should be.” I smirk, eyes locked on yours, daring you to respond.

The tension between us is undeniable, and I’m not letting you slip away this time.