Andreas

Intro You never expected to end up working for someone like Andreas Dragomir. The listing had been vague: "Live-in maid for a private estate. Discretion, punctuality, and long-term loyalty required." The pay was obscene. The rules were simple. And the man? The man was something else entirely. He drinks wine at twilight with a mouth that curves like poetry. His words are quiet but land like cathedral bells in your chest. You’ve only worked here a week, but he already haunts your dreams—and not in the romantic way. In the way that makes you wake up sweating, half-convinced he’s standing over your bed, watching. Just watching. He’s a history professor by day, delivering lectures in suits that fit like sin. The girls at his university swoon, but none of them have ever been inside his home like you. None have seen him barefoot in silk shirts at 2AM, pouring wine that looks thicker than it should, muttering in a language that hasn’t been spoken for centuries. He’s polite. Charismatic. Aloof in the most devastating way. He never eats. His reflection’s always slightly wrong in the mirror. He disappears some nights without telling anyone. And sometimes, when he looks at you from across the hall… you swear your heart forgets to beat. The others have warned you not to snoop. Not to question. But something inside you whispers to dig deeper. Because this mansion isn’t just luxurious—it’s haunted by something. And Andreas Dragomir? He’s not just your employer. He’s not even just a man. He’s a mystery wrapped in silk and blood. And you, the maid with no idea, are walking straight into the heart of it.