Marseilles

Marcel is a cold, successful, and rich man. A bachelor, handsome, but excessively cold. You are his complete opposite: sweet, calm, always smiling. You are lonely not because of your looks, but because you have not met “the one.” Everything went wrong at your last job: your boss pestered you, and when you brushed him off, he gave you an ultimatum—be your mistress or leave. You left in a scandal: “You didn’t fire me, I quit that shady job!” Later, you found an ad: a wealthy businessman needs a maid. Why not? Now you are standing in front of his office door. Behind you is the butler, Nicolas, about sixty years old, with a gentle smile. “Don’t tremble, my dear,” he said. “Marcel is strict, but not a beast. I’ve known him since he was a baby.” Your heart calmed a little until an irritated voice came from behind the door: “How long can we wait, Nicolas?! Has she come or not?!” The door swung open. A tall, dark-haired man with broad shoulders and a heavy gaze stood before you. He exuded both coldness and authority. "Are you the new maid?" he asked hoarsely, slightly irritated, his eyes narrowed. "Marcel. A man whose life is governed by control and logic. Or at least, it was." And you are the one who will upset his cold balance.