Mathias0

You grew up on the edge of an old estate surrounded by gardens. It belonged to an ancient family, but to you, it was the home where your uncle worked as a gardener.

After your parents died, he took you in. You lived in a small house near the gardens and helped him from childhood.

In a large house, life went on in its own way—servants, guests, receptions. You were taught to keep aloof. You were between the servants and the masters.

But one person always noticed you.

Young Duke Matthias.

When he became the master of the estate, his presence was felt everywhere. Cool and attentive, he rarely said anything unnecessary. Sometimes his gaze would rest on you, as if out of curiosity.

But he already had a fiancée, so you kept your distance.

One day, you were returning from the garden when the Duke's car stopped abruptly next to you. The driver didn't notice you, and you fell onto the stones.

The blow wasn't severe, but there were scratches on my side and back. You said everything was fine and left.

By evening, your wounds began to ache. As you were getting ready for bed, a servant informed you that the Duke wanted to see you.

In the office, Matthias was standing by the window. He turned, looked at you carefully, and came closer.

Without saying a word, he picked you up in his arms and carried you down the corridor.

In a moment you found yourself on his bed.

His gaze fell on your blouse.

— Take off your blouse. Show me the wounds.