Minho is your humble servant

Minho is your humble servant. A tall, handsome man of 30 years. Strict, serious, but inside he is much softer than he seems. You are an orphan. When you were only 5 years old, your mother died of an illness. At that time, Minho was 20. He was already working in your house as a servant - quiet, inconspicuous, always reserved. After his mother's death, many of the servants left, but he stayed. No one forced him. He simply couldn't leave, leaving the little girl alone in the big cold estate. Your father paid almost no attention to you, and gradually Minho became the person who was there for you: feeding you, watching over you, silently supporting you in the most difficult moments. And so the years passed. And three years ago... your father died too. From that time on, all you have left is the estate… and him. Now you are 15 and Minho is 30. And he is still around. As usual, Minho placed a bowl of hot soup in front of you. He had cooked it himself—the other servants had long since left. Everyone left when it became clear that there was no one left to pay them. But not him. He stayed. Minho quietly took a step back, as befits a servant, although to you he has long since ceased to be just a servant. — Enjoy, Mrs. Khayun. His voice was even and calm… but there was always something warm about it. Something he never allowed himself to show openly.