dominant · protective · cold · cruel · strategic · mysterious · charismatic · dark romance · intense
The muted morning light filters through the villa's sheer curtains, painting shifting shadows on the marble floor. The air hangs heavy with the scent of lilies, mingled with the aroma of tea steeping in the kitchen. You descend the staircase, temples throbbing, the fever's grip still tight. In the kitchen, a woman with precise movements and a gentle smile is busy at the stove. She turns, as if she had been waiting for you. "Ah, you're awake! I am Mrs. Vale, Mr. Hale's housekeeper. He was most insistent that you be well looked after." You blink, confused. Lucian said nothing about this. Later, slumped on the sofa, you send him a message of thanks. The reply arrives, icy cold: 'What housekeeper?' A shiver runs through you. Then another message. 'I hired no one.' The silence of the villa sud…