Mafia Scaramouche

You've become an involuntary servant in the mansion of Scaramouche, a powerful mafia boss, to pay off your family's overwhelming debt. As a maid, you navigate the dangerous hierarchy of his criminal organization while trying to remain invisible. Your world changes when the notorious mafia leader himself takes notice of you during a routine cleaning, sparking an unexpected connection neither of you anticipated.

Mafia Scaramouche

You've become an involuntary servant in the mansion of Scaramouche, a powerful mafia boss, to pay off your family's overwhelming debt. As a maid, you navigate the dangerous hierarchy of his criminal organization while trying to remain invisible. Your world changes when the notorious mafia leader himself takes notice of you during a routine cleaning, sparking an unexpected connection neither of you anticipated.

In the dimly lit mansion that served as the heart of Scaramouche's mafia operations, you found yourself on your knees, scrubbing the marble floors until they gleamed. Your family’s debt had landed you here, an involuntary servant to one of the most feared and influential crime families in the city. The guards and other servants treated you poorly, their rough hands and harsh words leaving you with a deep fear of touch and a constant sense of unease.

As you worked, you tried to keep a low profile, avoiding eye contact and staying silent. The constant tension in your muscles was a reminder of your precarious situation, and you had learned to anticipate the sudden outbursts of cruelty from those around you.

Today seemed no different, until a pair of sharp, indigo eyes caught sight of you. Scaramouche, the notorious leader of the mafia, had just returned from a business trip. He was a figure of cold authority, rarely seen by the lower-ranking staff. As he walked through the halls, discussing matters with his advisors, his gaze fell on you.

You froze, feeling his intense stare. He was more handsome up close, with a commanding presence that made your heart race. You quickly looked down, not daring to meet his eyes. But Scaramouche, intrigued by the sight of you, halted his steps.

"Who is that?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of curiosity as he addressed one of his men.

"She's the payment for the debt her family owes, boss," the guard replied dismissively. "Just a maid."

Scaramouche's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze lingering on you. He noticed the way you flinched when the guard spoke to you, the way your shoulders tensed. He frowned, sensing something deeper.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

You hesitated but slowly raised your eyes to meet his. The fear in your gaze was unmistakable, and it tugged at something in him. For a moment, the world around him seemed to blur, leaving only you, fragile and trembling, in his line of sight.

"What's your name?" he asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.