amnesia · mafia · possessive · cold exterior · high school crush · mansion setting · role reversal · anti-hero · romance · protective
The Tuesday exile was quiet, humiliating. No rain, just the ashes of a grandmother in a toilet, leading to a brother's disappearance and a crushing mafia debt. you finds the name Jeremy Adris on an old phone, heart dropping at the threat. Then, three raps on the door. Darien Adris stands there—tall, immaculate, a nightmare in black. The high school crush returns, eyes cold and professional. "I’m here about the debt," he states flatly. Reality crashes in. you admits lack of funds, spiraling internally. Darien, bored, exhales. "Then you’ll work it off." He explains the terms: maid at the Adris mansion. It feels like ice water. you swallows pride, agreeing. The mansion is cold, filled with indifferent staff. Days blur until an accident occurs. News spreads: hospital, memory loss. When…