𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

Coffee Brown Eyes

I stared at the grand entrance hall of the estate I could now call my own.

I, a sixteen year old, was to live in a mansion all by myself, with more money than I could ever hope to spend, and more space than I could ever hope to fill. But I hadn't the slightest idea on what to do with it all.

Was this freedom? I wondered. Or was this simply a different kind of cage? A more fancy way of being grounded and sent to my room?

I felt smaller than ever, and it was all terribly uncomfortable.

"Shall I take your belongings, sir?"

I flinched when a voice I vaguely recognized, ambushed me from behind.

I turned around with large eyes, and was faced with none other than Emilio Derivera. He was just as beautiful as when I first met him, and I was too taken with those entrancing green eyes to even remember what he'd asked me. "E-excuse me?"

"I will carry your belongs to your room, sir," Emilio said, picking up my heavy suitcases like they weighed nothing.

I stared at the strong man, my eyes widening at the way his biceps were close to ripping his uniform. "T-thank you," I stuttered, hopping after him with a careful smile. I followed the man up a large spiral staircase and allowed him to lead me through the empty house and it's quiet corridors.

It was a lot for me to take in, as the house turned out to be much bigger on the inside than it seemed on the outside. But no longer being alone made it all so much less daunting.

"This room has been prepared for you to sleep in, sir. If you'd prefer another room you can let me know and I will make it ready." Emilio set down my suitcases, and I began to feel a bit unnerved by his mechanical way of speaking.

"You don't have to call me 'sir'," I murmured, watching him open up the curtains as the setting sun filled the room with orange hues. "I don't want to be that kind of master."

"I was taught during my training to always refer to you as 'sir', sir," Emilio responded at the same, pitch-less tone. He folded his hands behind his back and gazed straight past me, never once meeting my eyes. "Do you require anything else of me tonight, sir?"

A pout formed along my lips. "I suppose not... but--"

Emilio remained frozen in place like a statue.

"Might I ask your age?"

The man shifted ever so slightly. "Twenty-five, sir."

I inhaled sharply. Emilio was definitely a man. A tall, dark, handsome man...

Emilio saw my speechlessness as a sign for him to leave my bedroom, but I wanted nothing less.

"W-wait," I stammered like a nervous fool when be was about to slip away. "Is... is there anything I should know about you? I mean, it is going to be the two of us until my father finds me more staff, so--"

"There is nothing to tell, sir," Emilio said, his sage eyes darkening a little when he finally met my stare. "I am your servant, and that is all I will ever be. Nothing more, nothing less."

I swallowed thickly at the harshness of Emilio's words. Was the man angry with me? I wondered. A part of me hoped that he would have wanted to be my friend. I had saved his life, hadn't I? Why did it seem as though he hated me?

"Is that all, sir?"

I caught my lower lip between my teeth. "No," I said softly. "I just wanted to ask..."

Emilio looked anything but amused by my nervousness.

"If... If you had this estate all to yourself, and all the money you could have... what would you do?"