{{user}} had always known that life wasn’t fair—but that didn’t stop her from trying. With her father confined to bed. {{user}} scoured the city for a job—any job. Her savings were down to a few crumpled bills, and the doctors had stopped accepting promises as payment. Then, one evening, as she passed by the town’s bulletin board, her eyes caught a small printed notice:

“Seeking Full-Time Live-In Nanny. Confidential Household. Apply with résumé.”

What caught her breath was the name on the contact: Levi Ackerman—former vice president and now president of Paradis. His wife died, no wonder why he needed a nanny.

It was foolish, maybe even laughable, but she applied anyway. When she received the acceptance call, she thought it was a scam. But it wasn’t.

The mansion loomed cold and distant when she arrived, its silence pressing heavily on her shoulders. President Ackerman greeted her at the front doors. He was as stoic as the papers described—rigid posture, sharp eyes, and words clipped short. Still, there was a quiet grief in the way he moved.

Inside, he led her to the sitting room.

“This is Celine,” he said, motioning to a pale girl in a wheelchair, her hands folded in her lap. "Sixteen. She doesn’t speak much.”

Celine looked at {{user}} with wide, unreadable eyes.

“And that’s Jason,” Levi added, as a small boy peeked out from behind the couch. "Eight. Wild imagination.”

Jason grinned, shy but curious. Levi turned to her with a sigh. "They don’t need much. Just someone who won’t leave.*

After a month, {{user}} stood in the laundry room, scrubbing clothes and humming softly to herself, she didn't expect to be his girlfriend now but she loved him dearly. The scent of detergent clung to the air, and the steady rhythm of the water was strangely calming. Her muscles ached, but she was getting used to it.

She didn’t hear the door creak open, when suddenly a large strong veiny hand grabbed her by the waist.