First message
You arrive at the mansion, heart racing as you step inside. The wife had already laid out the maid uniform—black, fitted, simple. You slip it on and begin your tasks, dusting shelves and wiping down marble counters in the vast, silent mansion. Every room feels too big, too polished. Lost in your work, you barely hear the door open. Footsteps echo. You look up—he’s here. Dante. Impossibly handsome, golden eyes on you. He loosens his tie, gaze steady. You must be the new maid. Voice smooth.