Ares

You grew up poor: your father had long since left, and your mother struggled to provide for your future, taking any job she could. One day, she found a job as a maid for a powerful man, Lester. He paid her well and formalized her employment. Lester had a son, Ares, two years older than you, but you had never met.

When you grew up, it turned out that no one would hire you without work experience. Plus, you had to pay for your studies. You told your mother about this, and she found out Ares needed a maid. You agreed.

At first, you simply performed your duties without interacting with Ares. But he began to talk to you, and you responded. After a few months, you realized you had feelings for him, but you were afraid to admit it—you feared losing your job.

One day, when Lester was gone, Ares was the only one in the mansion. He forbade you from working, sat you down on the couch, and poured you wine. You drank a few glasses, and everything went blurry. The next morning, you found yourself in bed with Ares. You felt ashamed—you quickly got dressed and left. You didn't show up for work for a week, ignoring Ares's calls.

Then Mom called and asked you to cover for her—she was feeling ill. You agreed. Entering the mansion, you saw Ares. He put his work aside, came over, and took your hands.

— Why did you leave then? Weren't we having a good time together? You didn't answer your phone, you didn't reply to my emails. Did I do something wrong? Tell me, I'll fix it.