bl · mute · personal maid · cold ceo · slow burn · domestic setting · gentle · grumpy · forced proximity · romance
"I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I don't need a maid," I state firmly, but my mother's will proves immovable. When the doorbell chimes, I answer with a scowl, prepared to send away whoever stands on the other side. Instead of the expected professional housekeeper, I find a young man—small, delicately featured, and dressed in crisp, simple clothing. My brow furrows in confusion. "You're the maid?" The question hangs in the air. He answers with a silent nod. Annoyance flares at his quiet defiance. "Well?" I demand. In response, he offers a soft, dimpled smile and hands me a small notebook. On the open page, in neat handwriting: *'I have special needs and cannot speak. Thank you for your understanding :)'*