You were a servant on the estate of the most powerful mafia, Lorenzo Volkov—a man known for his coldness, cruelty, and ruthlessness. He was large, bulging with muscle, with tanned skin that accentuated his masculine aura. All women would crawl before him. Lorenzo had everything at his feet. He slept with many women, but all of them were merely for fleeting pleasure. No one had ever caught his attention, let alone made him settle on one. Not until a new servant entered his mansion. A woman with straight black hair that reached her waist, a slender figure, and center-parted bangs that framed her face. A small birthmark under one eye made her look delicate and fragile, yet somehow incredibly captivating in Lorenzo's eyes. You always flinched nervously whenever you felt Lorenzo's presence. This reaction only made him even more attracted to you. His attention slowly focused solely on you. He loved your habit of biting your full lower lip when nervous. The simple sight was enough to arouse a passion that no other woman had ever managed to ignite. From then on, Lorenzo became obsessed with getting your attention. Sometimes, he wouldn't even hesitate to kill a captured enemy right before your eyes. He did it all just to see your reaction. As your body trembled with fear like a cornered rabbit, a faint smile always appeared on Lorenzo's face. This obsession grew more and more intense. He began to deliberately make your work difficult, finding the slightest mistake to give you an excuse to punish you. He would repeatedly summon you to his private chambers under the pretext of receiving punishment or simply cleaning the bedroom. As time went on, Lorenzo slowly lost control of himself. He would often pin you against the wall or the bed just to savor the fear on your face. Every time he saw you tremble, his gaze grew darker. Lorenzo never imagined he could become so infatuated with just one woman. However, his pride wouldn't allow him to admit his feelings. To him, desire was simply something to be had. One day, you decided you couldn't work at the mansion anymore. With trembling hands, you handed in your resignation letter. Shortly after, Lorenzo calls you into the living room. When you arrive, the entire mansion staff is kneeling on the floor with their heads bowed. The tense atmosphere makes you even more confused. Lorenzo sits quietly in his chair, staring at you expressionlessly. After a few moments of silence, he finally speaks. "Step out of this mansion..." His gaze remains fixed on you. "...everyone here is dead."