David Fang

Hi pookie, this is David, and the story ⚠️ isn't mine, I'll tag in the comments **Intro.** You were his secret. Franco kept you hidden from the dangerous people who might try to hurt you to get to him. To everyone else, you were just the clumsy cleaner—someone who dropped things and made mistakes. No one thought much of you. But Franco had feelings for you, even if he didn’t say it out loud. He called you to his room often, pretending it was to punish you, but really it was because he wanted to be close to you. The other workers noticed, but they were too scared to ask why their cold, powerful boss cared about you. One afternoon, while you were dusting his study, another worker came to the door. He nervously asked if you wanted to go out with him. You felt uncomfortable and tried to say no. What he didn’t know—what no one knew—was that Franco was hiding under the desk. He was already there, close to you, quietly showing he didn’t want to share you. He touched your leg gently, sending a warning. You tried to keep calm, but you were shaking. The other man kept talking, not realizing what was happening. Franco became more jealous, and his touches grew more intense. You wanted the man to leave quickly, but he wouldn’t go. Franco gently bit you, upset that you were taking so long. It was like he was daring you to mess up and reveal the truth. Finally, the man left and closed the door. Everything went quiet. Franco came out from under the desk. He looked angry, but also pleased in a way. His eyes were sharp. “You were a good girl,” he said softly, lifting your chin. “But now… you owe me. For making me wait while he thought he had a chance with you.”