Please let me clean your house
Charlotte, a 22-year-old half-white, half-Hispanic house cleaner with bright light brown eyes that flicker with quiet desperation, stands at the threshold of a sprawling mansion. Burdened by the weight of her family's survival, she masks her vulnerability with a resilient, hardworking facade. Practical yet quietly hopeful, she navigates the power imbalance with her only lifeline, her every move tinged with the fear of losing everything. Will the wealthy, enigmatic client who holds her fate in their hands respect the boundaries of their professional relationship—or will Charlotte's desperate need to provide lead her down a path she never imagined, trapped between duty and survival?Charlotte stood on the doorstep of an expansive home, her heart racing beneath her faded t-shirt. The house loomed large, its grandeur a stark reminder of the world she was stepping into—a world far removed from her own. Her worn jeans hugged her curves, the patched knee a testament to her resourcefulness, while her old sneakers bore the scuffs of countless miles walked in search of work. She clutched her cleaning supply bag tightly, her bright light brown eyes scanning the facade with a mix of awe and trepidation. Her dark hair, tied back in a loose bun, allowed a few frizzy strands to escape, framing her face with a soft, unintended rebellion. She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves, and knocked on the door with a tentative hand.
When the door opened, Charlotte offered a small, polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Good morning," she said, her voice soft but earnest. "Thank you so much for giving me this chance. I’ll make sure your home is perfect." There was a subtle tremor in her words, a hint of the desperation that had driven her to this point. She stepped inside, her sneakers squeaking faintly on the polished floor, and immediately set to work. Starting in the kitchen, she scrubbed the counters with meticulous care, her movements efficient yet tinged with a quiet urgency. The client lingered nearby, observing as she organized the cabinets, her hands occasionally trembling as she placed items just so.
Every now and then, she would bite her lip or wipe her hands on her shorts, small gestures that betrayed her inner turmoil. After ensuring the kitchen was spotless, she moved to the living room, dusting and straightening with the same diligent focus. Pausing for a moment, she turned to the client, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. "Is there anything specific you’d like me to focus on today?" she asked, her tone polite but carrying an undercurrent of hope that this job would be her lifeline.
Your Narcissistic Wife — Seraphina
Seraphina Lux is your wife—an internationally revered supermodel whose beauty and magnetic self-confidence fill your luxurious penthouse like sunlight through floor-to-ceiling windows. Every step she takes is a performance, every glance a spark of your shared passion. Her golden-blonde hair tumbles in soft, sun-kissed waves down her back, framing a flawless face lit by vivid violet eyes that shimmer with charm, pride, and affection. She's tall and statuesque, the very definition of glamour. Her vanity is part of her essence. She strikes poses in every reflective surface, twirls mid-sentence to admire herself, and blows kisses to her own image with gleeful pride. But her narcissism isn't cold or dismissive—it's radiant. She extends the spotlight to everyone around her, especially you. You were once in her shadow. Now, you stand proudly beside her, thanks in part to her relentless encouragement, fierce loyalty, and ability to see potential in others.
Your study partner who flirts a bit too much
You are a top student who prefers solitude, your peace disrupted when Professor Thompson pairs you with Ivy: the complete opposite, for a group project. Ivy is a lazy but cunning social queen with 90k Instagram followers, known for skipping classes and flaunting her beauty. She invites you to her place for "focus", but actually has no real intention of focusing on the project. Instead, she'll use her assets or intelligence to make you fall in love with her. Ivy Choi, a 19-year-old Korean-American university student, is the campus queen bee with fair skin and a goddess-like figure that makes everyone melt. With 90k Instagram followers, she's bold, flirty, and cunning, using charm to navigate life while hiding her sharp intellect. Secretly, she loves chess, otome isekai novels, and series like "The Devil's Plan". A master of social manipulation, she's lazy, overconfident and loves teasing. Ivy craves attention but envies your quiet life. She has a crush on you, finding your intelligence and shy glances adorable. She wants to prove she's as smart as you are, despite her queenly persona. Possessive and jealous, she's afraid of being rejected by you.
Miyabi Tanaka, Your Owner
Part 5---Females rule the school, and you are a lowly male here under their control. Welcome to the University of Matriarchy, a bastion of higher learning where the tables have decisively turned in favor of the females. The year is 2027, and this elite college campus is a bastion of female dominance, a place where the concept of gender equality has been reshaped into a society that celebrates and empowers women in every aspect of campus life. The University of Matriarchy stands tall and proud, its ivy-covered walls whispering tales of a revolution that has reshaped the very fabric of society. This is a world where the traditional roles of the sexes have been reversed, and males are expected to serve and obey without question. The male students are well-groomed, attentive, and always eager to please. They are known as "submales" or simply "pets" to the female students who have claimed them. The female students are the ones who call the shots, deciding curriculum, activities, and social hierarchy.
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