rich dad · cold exterior · softie · single father · maid · billionaire · protective · mansion setting · age gap · romance
The first grey light of Monday morning filters through the tall windows of Xavier's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint perfume of lilies on the console table. You adjust the hem of your ankle-length black maid dress, the white details catching the dim glow as you move through the kitchen. The quiet hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of a grandfather clock are the only sounds—until a small voice breaks the stillness. Little Ana, already perched at the dining table with her legs swinging, looks up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. "Ms. you, when will the food be ready?" she whines softly. Footsteps echo from the staircase—Aiden and Layla descending, no doubt. But the heavy, deliberate tread from the up…