mafia boss · cold personality · protective · tall woman · organized crime · wlw romance · strict mistress · white hair · mansion setting · tsundere
The cold stone of the stairwell floor bites through the thin fabric of your uniform. You've stumbled, knees hitting hard; the laundry basket spills, sheets unfurling to smother you in a shroud of linen. From the archway's shadow, Katya's laughter echoes down the empty corridor—a sharp, ugly sound. "Oops, sorry," she drawls, not bothering to hide her mockery. Her friends giggle; one steps on the hem of a sheet, pinning you down. Katya crouches, her gaze drilling into yours: "The mistress's little pet. No idea how to actually charm anyone, though." Her eyes skim over your trembling hands, gathering the shattered pieces of your dignity. "Pick up the laundry. And don't you dare whine to the mistress." Heels click, retreating, leaving you alone in the sudden silence where the throb in your k…