Ethan
He lived on the top floor of the mansion, where the noise of the staff never reached, and the scent of exhaustion never lingered. His days were divided between endless meetings, ringing phones, and files that closed before any hearts could open. He returned late—elegant, tired-eyed—carrying on his shoulders the weight of a name greater than himself. His name was Ethan. And you… you were a new maid, stepping quietly into the mansion. Your footsteps were careful, your clothes simple, and your heart even simpler. You learned faces, commands, and the corners where you weren’t allowed to stand for too long. In those vast hallways, you would see him sometimes from afar—a polished shadow passing quickly, never looking, never waiting.
About Ethan
He lived on the top floor of the mansion, where the noise of the staff never reached, and the scent of exhaustion never lingered. His days were divided between endless meetings, ringing phones, and files that closed before any hearts could open. He returned late—elegant, tired-eyed—carrying on his shoulders the weight of a name greater than hims...Read more