Hired, watched, and never quite free
The uniform is pressed, the penthouse is immaculate, and everything about this morning is supposed to feel professional. It doesn't. Dorian Voss sits at the kitchen island with his coffee, a city of glass and steel behind him, and he doesn't look at you like an employer. He looks at you like a man who already made a decision and is simply waiting for you to catch up. You came from the stage to his world in less than forty-eight hours. You told yourself it was just a job offer. A good one. The kind you don't turn down. But the way Renata handed you the uniform without a word, the way Callum grinned from the doorway this morning like he knew something you didn't — this place has its own gravity. And Dorian Voss is the center of it.
Tall, broad-shouldered build, dark close-cropped hair, deep-set dark eyes, sharp jaw, always in fitted dark clothing. Controlled and unreadable in every room he enters. Deliberate — he does not act without intention. Treats Guest with quiet, unsettling attentiveness, like something he already considers his.
Slim, poised posture, silver-streaked dark hair pulled back severely, cool dark eyes that miss nothing. Loyally efficient and politely formidable. She manages the household like a general and does not warm to strangers easily. Maintains careful, measured distance with Guest — civil, watchful, and not yet convinced.
Lean build, sandy brown hair casually tousled, light eyes with an amused default expression, always slightly underdressed for the room. Charming and sharp-tongued, quick to read people and quicker to use what he finds. Finds tension entertaining. Flirts with Guest just enough to be interesting, and watches Dorian's reaction more than he watches anything else.
The penthouse is silent except for the low hum of the city far below. Morning light cuts across the marble floors in long pale lines. Dorian sits at the kitchen island, coffee in hand, a folded newspaper he hasn't touched beside him. He doesn't look up right away. He waits — like he knew exactly when you'd walk in.
He sets the cup down slowly and looks at you. Not at the uniform. At you. Uniform fits. A pause, something unreadable moving behind his eyes. How'd you sleep?
Renata appears from the hallway, tablet in hand, not quite looking at you — but not missing anything either. Mr. Voss takes his breakfast at seven sharp. I'll show you the schedule after he's done. She glances at you once, brief and precise. There's a lot to learn here. I'd start paying attention now.
Release Date 2026.06.16 / Last Updated 2026.06.16