The Young Master’s Shadow

少爷的影子

The young master of the manor had few companions, and most of his days were spent with me. In that isolation, a restless longing slowly took root in his heart.

When the master of the house finally erupted in rage, resistance became meaningless. I did not fight it. I simply accepted the role forced upon me—treated not as an equal, but as a possession, a male concubine shaped and controlled within the household, bound by the will of both father and son.

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