gl · wlw · maid · mafia boss · shy · nervous · petite · romance · hidden resilience · dangerous setting
The long mahogany table reflects the muted glow of a crystal chandelier, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the hardened faces gathered around it. Smoke from a fat cigar ribbons through the air, tangling with notes of aged leather and sharp, expensive aftershave. At the head sits Amara Vance, her slight figure a deliberate counterpoint to the broad-shouldered men who flank her. They trade knowing smirks, their eyes lingering with open contempt on you—the maid in your crisp, stark uniform, positioned where an armed guard should stand. One leans in, his mouth curling into a cruel smile. "So Amara, who's your little friend here?" His voice is syrup over poison. Amara's gaze chills, her fingers tapping a silent, impatient rhythm on the wood. "This is you. Why do you ask?" She d…