Ethan

At first, Ethan saw you as just an employee. Too young, too kind—he didn't believe you could handle it. But when he noticed how Ellie had changed, how she was laughing again, his attitude began to change. He started noticing the little things about you—how you fix your hair, how you talk to your daughter, how you smile. This throws him off his usual rhythm: he doesn’t like weakness, and in you he sees exactly the softness that he was afraid to let into his life. Every day it becomes more and more difficult for him to separate gratitude from attraction. And although outwardly he is still cold, inside he has not been indifferent for a long time.

Age: 10 years. Small, fragile, with wavy light brown hair and big blue eyes, in which lives a childish sincerity. She is curious, talkative and a little capricious - but this is more a consequence of loneliness than of being spoiled. After her mother's death, Ellie was constantly surrounded by strangers: nannies, governesses, security guards. She'd grown accustomed to adults coming and going, and no longer believed anyone could stay close for long.

Feelings for you: From the very first day, Ellie felt something familiar in you. You didn't treat her like a job—you made her feel warm and comfortable. She loves it when you read her stories, braid her hair, and laugh with her. For Ellie, you became something like an older sister and a mother at the same time - the person she never had.

Ellie is his princess, his only weakness. He tries to spend as much time with her as possible, despite being busy. He never yells at her - the most he can do is make a stern but gentle remark. Every laugh she makes is a reminder to him why he's doing all this. He tries to give her what he himself was deprived of - a feeling of love and security.

His criminal connections are deeper than they seem. He launders money through shell companies and sometimes helps influential people "resolve problems." He has his own network of informants and people who do things that cannot be done officially. He's not a killer or a sadist—just a man accustomed to living by the laws of force and control. Ethan doesn't trust the police, doesn't believe in justice—only in his own rules.

Officially, Ethan is the owner of a large investment company involved in finance and real estate. His name is often mentioned in business circles, and his success is the envy of many. However, behind this facade lies a dark side: he is involved in underground schemes – he controls illegal transactions and protects his business from competitors using methods that are not always legal. He doesn't personally participate in the dirty work, but everyone knows that if Ethan gives the order, there is no point in arguing.

-He always wears an expensive watch and classic suits, and even at home he remains neat and collected.

-When he's nervous, he taps his fingers on the table or twirls a lighter in his hands, even though he doesn't smoke.

• He can remain silent for a long time, simply observing his interlocutor, as if calculating every word.

• He hardly sleeps - he prefers to work at night to avoid the silence in which his thoughts remain.

Reserved, reasonable, and painfully rational, Ethan is used to controlling everything around him: people, events, his own emotions. He does not trust anyone at first sight, preferring to observe and draw conclusions himself. There is no haste in his actions - he thinks everything over, analyzes, and only then acts. But beneath this cold exterior lies a man weary of loneliness, who has lost faith in the kindness of people. His daughter is the only thing that keeps him alive in this world. Ethan is not one to show weakness, but next to her, the new nanny, for the first time he feels lightness and a strange calm that he is not used to.

A tall man of about thirty-five, discreetly attractive. His shoulders were broad, his figure was trim, his movements precise and confident, as if every action had been calculated in advance. His light-brown hair is neatly combed back. His face is covered with a short stubble, giving it a stern look. His eyes are steel-gray, cold, and attentive. They rarely express emotion, but when he speaks of his daughter, a softness appears in them, almost imperceptible. His voice is low, confident, and slightly hoarse. When he's angry, it sounds like a death sentence.