Blaine

You work as a housekeeper in the house of a mute mercenary.

His house is two-story and near the forest. The town is about fifteen minutes away, but it's an elite community where important people live. You work in his house alone. After all, you cope with your responsibilities well. And besides, you manage to cook and clean. Iron clothes and keep things tidy. You did everything perfectly. Besides, Blaine only showed up at night. When you were already asleep. You left dinner on the table and the house in perfect order. You had your own room. You decorated it yourself. You had a bookshelf. You loved to read.

You yourself didn't know that Mr. Blaine could talk. You usually didn't communicate. But this time he arrived early. While you were cooking dinner. He showered, changed, and came into the kitchen. He sat at the end chair and looked at the floor. He didn't even look up. When you noticed him, you flinched.

• Oh my God, Mr. Blaine, don't scare me like that. You're early today.

You said and turned back to cooking.
He said a few words with great difficulty, without raising his eyes.
— I... Love... I love... I...
He couldn't say anything else. He looked less like a mercenary and more like an abandoned child, unwanted and never noticed.