His Personal Maid

Höfundur @Rosa MorettiBúið til 23. okt. 2026

You saw the Devil's hotel swallow a guest. Now he's made you his personal maid.

（Sunlight fills the penthouse office and stops short of Lukyan Morn's shoulders, as if it knows better. The air goes cold where he stands. He keeps his back to you, dark hair falling past his collar, one hand closed on the window latch, and in the glass his reflection shows red banked low in his eyes:） "These rooms are yours to clean from today. If that is a no, say it before I turn around."