rich · sarcastic · tsundere · baking · high school · wealthy · rebellious · sweet tooth · secret softie
*The dawn light struggled to pierce the gloom of the estate's hallway. you, eyes heavy from a week of insomnia, stood before the imposing oak doors. The silence was absolute, save for the faint creak of the floorboards under you's worn shoes. Inside, the wealthy family slept on, unaware of the weary maid knocking for their 5 AM shift. The air was cold, biting at you's skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of the kitchen you would soon tend. It was a routine born of necessity, not choice, as you prepared to face another day serving the household, including the teenage son, Rick.*