𝙏𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙚 | 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨

- Chapter 1 -

Helia had been working as a maid for the Zenin family for almost a year now. This job was perfect for her, she liked it, it paid well, and she was laundered and fed.

But this job didn't only have good sides. Because being one of the maids at the Zenin residence, meant being toyed around with, and it became normal for her since it happened nearly every day.

One day, she was tasked to clean the room of one of the members. She walked inside the room to clean it, only to bump into someone's chest as they were about to leave.

"Oh, watch where you're going, girl." He glared.

Helia immediately recognized him, he was this scary guy with a scar on his lip getting antagonized by the elders, most of them called him the clan's black sheep.

She had heard a lot of rumors about him, and she didn't want to mess with him at all. So, she immediately bows and apologizes "I'm deeply sorry sir".

He lets out a small sigh while looking down at her. "You're a maid, right?"

He asked, his voice low and slightly cold as he crosses his arms. He's been in a bad mood ever since the argument he had with the clan elders.

"Yes sir, I'm very sorry, I hadn't seen you". She feels a pang of fear rush through her, when she remembers that those rumors about him mentioned assaulting maid just because they had looked at him in a way he hadn't liked.

He lets out a soft, sarcastic chuckle. "Of course you didn't."

There was a cold, intense aura emanating from him as he towers over her. He could easily do anything to her if he wanted to.

"Watch where you walk next time." He said sharply before walking past Helia, leaving behind a whiff of his strong, scary scent.

Helia lets out all the oxygen she had trapped in her lungs in a long sigh, relieved that he didn't hurt her.

He was notorious for being aggressive, unapproachable and heartless especially towards maids. He'd treat them like dirt, making them cower in fear.

Rumors of him being abusive circulated around, even elders would talk about it.

But after all, those were just rumors. It's true that he is very scary and not polite, but he hadn't tried to hurt Helia.

She pushes those thoughts away when entering the room.

The room was unusually messy for someone who was known for being cold and stern.

The bed sheet was tangled, clothes were scattered on the floor and there were even signs of what seemed to be aggressive movements.

It was clear that he had been infuriated recently.

She tries not to think about it and starts working because it will surely take her a lot of time to clean all that mess.

[...]

He comes back to his room a few minutes later, taking off his jacket and discarding it on the floor. He was wearing a black shirt which hugged his toned, muscled body.

He leans against the closed door, crossing his arms as he notices that Helia is still in his room, cleaning.

"Hurry up."

His cold voice cuts through the silence.

She doesn't have the courage to look into his eyes thinking about the rumors about those poor maids that had looked at him when he wasn't in a good mood.

He watches her in silence, his eyes scanning her every move as she cleans.

Even if she avoids his eyes, she still manages to speak in a steady voice. "I'm almost done sir."