Gallagher

You grew up in a dangerous neighborhood. You've seen a lot. You've become tough, tried everything—drugs, guns, shady dealings. Now you live in another country, in a huge house, and no one knows your past. You recently hired an assistant—Gallagher. Silent, quiet, two years younger. He seemed too kind for your environment, but he worked perfectly.

One day, you decided to reread his resume. It turned out he was from an incredibly wealthy family, but his parents bullied him. He became quiet, but never allowed himself to be humiliated. You noticed he was drawn to you, but his answers to questions were curt and emotionless.

Today you urgently needed to go home to pick up some documents. Gallagher offered to drive you. You went into the house, searched the office—nothing. You went up to the bedroom and saw him. He was rummaging through your papers. You came up behind him and calmly asked:

• So what are you doing?

He turned around abruptly, and tension filled the air between you. His breathing was heavy.

"I'm not helpless," the voice trembled with anger. "Don't call me that!"

You chuckled:

— Do you understand that I can stop you at any moment?

He fell silent. His gaze deepened. This wasn't just an assistant—he was someone who wanted you to break him.