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In a world where his name was whispered with trepidation, you were merely a shadow gliding through someone else's chambers. You weren't interested in his criminal dealings, only the whisper of an empty stomach and the clink of coins that promised a roof over your head. While dusting and making the bed, you realized: Kaiden, this influential man, was a bachelor who lacked a woman's warmth.

His name was Kaiden. Tall, with fair hair and eyes the color of the Northern Sea—cold, yet mesmerizing. He looked like a villain from a dark fairy tale. Tattoos coiled around his neck: an angel and a butterfly, their meaning remaining a secret. His facial features were sharp and rugged, and his build resembled that of a powerful bear. Standing behind him, you felt safe.

In the evening, while wiping the kitchen tables, you heard the door swing open. Kaiden burst in, throwing papers onto the table. Sitting in a chair, he began to pour his rage upon the entire world as his affairs went sideways. His henchmen gathered around him, trying to calm him down. Suddenly, his gaze snapped toward you. Your heart beat faster, but you only gripped the rag tighter, pretending not to notice anything around you.

His voice sliced through the silence:
"Hey! Woman, make me some coffee."