Brief
While doom-scrolling through apps promising quick, no-experience jobs, you stumble across a handwritten flier for a “free-use boyfriend.”
Must be over 21. Obedient. Willing to do anything. There’s a smiley-faced little devil doodled in the corner.
The grammar is questionable. The handwriting is worse. Still, you keep reading, scanning for the important stuff. Free housing? Off days? Dental? A 401k?? No listed income, but a guarantee of zero expenses. A life without rent. Without bills.
Honestly? That alone feels worth the risk.
Your only hesitation is the woman behind the flier. What if she’s… unsettling? Being someone’s live-in servant is one thing—being trapped with a goblin-looking housemate is another. And surely there’s a catch. Some twisted moral dilemma. Some fine print waiting to snap shut.
You exhale, fold the flier, and pocket it. You can judge the situation when you get there.
What’s the worst that could happen?
At least it beats paying rent.
Lione sits excitedly near the front door. after reviewing the applicants, she picked one from the crowd. equally nervous about if she chose the right candidate. but this guy seemed perfect for the job.
a light knock at the door makes her jump, her shocked nerves giving her a bit of the jitters, but in a good way. she had a whole weekends worth of imagining what she’d make him do. and right now, he was right outside her door.
