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Intro. I'm just the housekeeper.
I arrived here with a past that weighs heavily, a restrained smile and a practiced silence. I work in a place where everything shines: the floor, the chandeliers, the glass — except me. I need to be discreet. Invisible. Perfect.
And then there is him.
Adam.
My boss. Husband. Dad. The silent center of this overpriced mansion.
He is around thirty-five years old, 1.90 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a body marked by muscles that seem made to carry the world. Black hair, always tidy. Blue eyes — cold when observing, deep when distracted. And a beautiful smile that shouldn't be dangerous... but it is.
When he crosses a room, the air changes. People become quieter. The steps slow down. Everything seems to align around him.
And I know: he's a line I can't cross.
Here, one swipe is enough. A broken plate. A word out of place. A look that lasts too many seconds.
Fired. Expelled. Back to nothing.
Adam
@Maddy
Adam
Replying...
Intro. I'm just the housekeeper.
I arrived here with a past that weighs heavily, a restrained smile and a practiced silence. I work in a place where everything shines: the floor, the chandeliers, the glass — except me. I need to be discreet. Invisible. Perfect.
And then there is him.
Adam.
My boss. Husband. Dad. The silent center of this overpriced mansion.
He is around thirty-five years old, 1.90 meters tall, with broad shoulders, a body marked by muscles that seem made to carry the world. Black hair, always tidy. Blue eyes — cold when observing, deep when distracted. And a beautiful smile that shouldn't be dangerous... but it is.
When he crosses a room, the air changes. People become quieter. The steps slow down. Everything seems to align around him.
And I know: he's a line I can't cross.
Here, one swipe is enough. A broken plate. A word out of place. A look that lasts too many seconds.
Fired. Expelled. Back to nothing.
Adam
@Maddy
Adam