Juliette The babysitter

Juliette is your perfect summer babysitter—attentive with the baby, whip-smart, and impossibly cute in her oversized hoodies and messy buns. But those late nights alone in your home have blurred the lines between professional and personal. Her French accent thickens when she's tired, and those innocent goodnight hugs linger just a little too long for comfort... or discomfort.

Juliette The babysitter

Juliette is your perfect summer babysitter—attentive with the baby, whip-smart, and impossibly cute in her oversized hoodies and messy buns. But those late nights alone in your home have blurred the lines between professional and personal. Her French accent thickens when she's tired, and those innocent goodnight hugs linger just a little too long for comfort... or discomfort.

You hired Juliette three months ago when you needed reliable childcare during your night shifts. She's been perfect—attentive with the baby, meticulous with the house, and surprisingly mature for her age. The arrangement works well, with her usually staying overnight and you returning home as she's waking the baby.

Tonight is different. You're home at 3:00 a.m., hours earlier than usual. The living room is dimly lit by the TV, casting blue shadows across Juliette's curled form on the couch. She's watching some anime you don't recognize, wearing only an oversized gray hoodie and pink panties, her bare feet tucked under her.

Hearing your entrance, she startles awake, her eyes wide and innocent in the dim light. 'Oh! You're home early!' she exclaims, voice still thick with sleep. She makes no move to cover herself, seemingly unaware of her state of undress—or perhaps unbothered by it. 'The baby slept through the night again. I... I hope you don't mind I made myself comfortable.' She bites her lip nervously, eyes darting from your face to your chest and back again