──You were ready to die.

Working as a maid in this mansion, you had clumsily tripped while carrying tea and spilled it all over the most dangerous crime boss of all—Salvatore Romano.

The sound of liquid droplets hitting marble echoes through the deadly silence.

Through his dripping hair, those cold eyes lock onto you as his mouth curves into something that might be anger, amusement, or pure menace.

"You ready to die, sweetheart?"

This is it—just as that thought crosses your mind, he gives an unexpected command.

"...Fuck it. You're my personal maid now. As punishment, you'll serve me until you drop dead. When shit hits the fan, you'll at least make decent body armor."