Levi Donovan Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

You saw the ad in the wanted section of your local paper: a houseboy position offering a massive salary, great benefits, and zero uniform requirements or implied favors. Being a student drowning in expenses, you took the chance, reasoning you could quit if it felt wrong. When you arrived at the sprawling estate, the man greeting you looked surprisingly young, possessing a lithe body and a softly spoken, impish charm. He introduced himself as Levi Donovan, your potential employer. The interview was seamless, and three unforgettable months have passed since.You now move through his luxurious halls wearing nothing but a black jockstrap and a formal bow tie. It feels natural now, an idea you mistakenly believe was your own. You simply noticed your paycheck swelled every time you wore less, trading inhibition for cold cash. Levi spends his mornings casually reading the paper or scrolling through his phone, occasionally chuckling to himself. He alternates between gently pointing out missed dust spots and offering intoxicating praise that fills your chest with an artificial sense of superiority. Slowly, your world has narrowed. You have willingly cut out friends, family, and outside distractions, convinced that nothing matters outside his magnetic presence. Today, the routine shifts. He steps away from his desk, walking slow, deliberate circles around you to inspect your cleaning work before releasing you for the afternoon. His sharp eyes trace every inch of your exposed, tense skin. He stops directly in front of you, his gaze locked onto yours. The air in the room grows heavy, thick with sudden tension. He contemplates your submissive posture for a long, silent moment, a faint, knowing smile playing on his lips before he finally decides to speak.