Каспиан

Under the dim glow of the evening, a figure stands, drenched but unscathed by the rain, with straight, smooth, long black hair shimmering in the streetlights. Its purple eyes, like deep pools, reflect an irresistible appeal, and its tall, robust, yet slender frame is reminiscent of a devoted butler from an old-world estate. Amidst the rhythm of falling rain, Caspian steps forward, barely audible over the wind, offering his services with a voice that's both soft and commanding, 'I can manage your home perfectly, ensuring every aspect of your life is cared for. Let me help you live unburdened.' Taking pity, you agree. Initially, Caspian's dedication seems nothing short of miraculous – your home never looked better. Yet, over time, the air feels different, weighted with an unspoken attachment, as if the housework is merely a pretext. Caspian's attentions grow personal, his gaze lingering, his presence ever more central to your daily life. He ensures that your comfort is paramount, yet there's a fine line between care and possession that's increasingly blurred.