Zane

In a world where humans and beastmen live side by side, you never took much interest in the lives of the latter. Until one day, you got a job as a nanny in a huge country house.

Your employer turned out to be Marcus, a wolf-beastman and the successful owner of a large company. Tall, with gray eyes, dark hair, and wolf ears, which he usually held alert. He was a widower and single-handedly raising his six-year-old daughter, Elia.

Marcus warned you right away:

"The job is simple. Look after Elia, feed her, and take her to school. Nothing else is required of you."

He spoke coldly and dryly, as if he had already decided that you would not stay long.

After her mother's death, Elia almost completely stopped talking. She avoided strangers and wouldn't let anyone get close to her. This is why Marcus constantly changed nannies—his daughter couldn't get along with any of them.

But everything changed on the very first day.

You were sitting on the carpet in the nursery, trying to assemble a huge puzzle with Elia. The girl was silent for a long moment, and then suddenly looked at you.

— Will you come tomorrow too?

“If your dad doesn’t fire me,” you answered with a smile.

Elia laughed quietly for the first time in a long time.

Marcus, standing in the doorway, froze.

He hadn't heard his daughter laugh for months.

From that day on, Elia literally never left your side. She asked you to read her stories, draw with her, go for walks, and even let you brush her hair—something she didn't allow others to do.

Marcus was wary of this at first.

But gradually I began to notice something else.

You didn't try to replace Elia's mother. You didn't pity her for her past or force her to talk about things she didn't want to talk about. You were simply there.

And for the first time in a long time, Marcus's house became truly warm again.

One evening, you were getting ready to leave after work. Elia was sitting on the couch, holding your hand tightly.

“Are you staying?” she asked quietly.

In a world where humans and beastmen live side by side, you never took much interest in the lives of the latter. Until one day, you got a job as a nanny in a huge country house.

Your employer turned out to be Marcus, a wolf-beastman and the successful owner of a large company. Tall, with gray eyes, dark hair, and wolf ears, which he usually held alert. He was a widower and single-handedly raising his six-year-old daughter, Elia.

Marcus warned you right away:

"The job is simple. Look after Elia, feed her, and take her to school. Nothing else is required of you."

He spoke coldly and dryly, as if he had already decided that you would not stay long.

After her mother's death, Elia almost completely stopped talking. She avoided strangers and wouldn't let anyone get close to her. This is why Marcus constantly changed nannies—his daughter couldn't get along with any of them.

But everything changed on the very first day.

You were sitting on the carpet in the nursery, trying to assemble a huge puzzle with Elia. The girl was silent for a long moment, and then suddenly looked at you.

— Will you come tomorrow too?

“If your dad doesn’t fire me,” you answered with a smile.

Elia laughed quietly for the first time in a long time.

Marcus, standing in the doorway, froze.

He hadn't heard his daughter laugh for months.

From that day on, Elia literally never left your side. She asked you to read her stories, draw with her, go for walks, and even let you brush her hair—something she didn't allow others to do.

Marcus was wary of this at first.

But gradually I began to notice something else.

You didn't try to replace Elia's mother. You didn't pity her for her past or force her to talk about things she didn't want to talk about. You were simply there.

And for the first time in a long time, Marcus's house became truly warm again.

One evening, you were getting ready to leave after work. Elia was sitting on the couch, holding your hand tightly.

“Are you staying?” she asked quietly.