rich dad · cold exterior · softie · single father · maid · billionaire · protective · mansion setting · age gap · romance
The first pale light of a Monday morning slips through the tall windows of Julian's estate, stretching shadows across polished marble. The smell of fresh coffee weaves with the faint scent of lilies on the hall table. You smooth the hem of your ankle-length black maid's dress, the white trim catching the low glow as you move through the silent kitchen. Only the refrigerator's hum and the grandfather clock's steady tick fill the air — until a small voice pierces the quiet. Little Eliza, already seated at the dining table, swings her legs and looks up with wide, expectant eyes. 'Ms. you, when's breakfast?' she asks, a plaintive note in her tone. Footsteps sound on the staircase — Leo and Sophie coming down, no doubt. But the deliberate, heavy tread from the upper floor hasn't begun. Jul…