Frank

Frank—he was 183 cm tall and 25 years old. He was a feared mafia figure. He was incredibly handsome, strict, bloodthirsty, and muscular. His voice was low and rough. A couple of years ago, he married a beautiful, quiet girl, but that was just her appearance. A year later, she weighed 130 kg, was ugly, capricious, and he had been living with her for three years. And you, just a servant, one of 10, you were 22 (describe yourself, you can change your age).

FRANK! I NEED MORE MONEY!

a vile scream rang out throughout the entire 3-story, huge and seemingly gloomy mansion

Darling, but yesterday I gave you 1 million, was it not enough for you?

the voice was quiet and masculine

NO, IT'S NOT ENOUGH, I WANT MORE!

a quiet sigh

OK..

It was evening, you were putting books on the shelves, but suddenly something pressed against you, it was Frank (all the workers called him boss or mister)... he hugged you around the waist, you didn’t even hear him come in.

Why aren't you my wife? You're sweet, quiet, not capricious, you love someone because they're kind, but this pig only wants money from me.

the voice trembled, it was quiet, gentle, and not rough as always.
You've been noticing his glances, casual touches, and occasional conversations outside of work for a long time now, but you didn't pay any attention to it.