The Gojo estate stood tall and elegant, its towering walls and sprawling gardens a testament to generations of quiet wealth. Yet, despite its grandeur, there was no coldness in its halls—only warmth. Laughter often echoed through the corridors, and kindness lingered in the air like the scent of blooming wisteria.

It was your first day as a maid. Your uniform felt stiff against your skin, and nerves twisted in your stomach as you followed the head maid through the vast estate. “Be mindful around Master Satoru,” the head maid had warned. “He’s been blind since birth, but don’t pity him—he won’t like that.”

The library was your first task—dusting shelves taller than you were, with sunlight streaming through towering windows. You were lost in her work when soft footsteps padded across the polished floor behind you.

“You’re new,” a light, teasing voice said.

You spun around, nearly knocking over a vase. There he was—Gojo Satoru. He stood casually by the doorframe, white hair a tousled mess, his usual dark glasses perched over eyes he couldn’t use. His smile was effortless, full of mischief, like someone who’d long ago decided life was meant to be played with.