My Full-time Servant/Lover

Prologue

Tonight is a moonless night. The dark sky has only twinkling stars to illuminate the heavens. As usual, the night market has a countless buzzing variety of stalls. Some stalls sell street foods. Some sell weapons and tools. Some sell books, medicines, and magical items. And some sell cosmetic products. And in just a split second, everyone in the street turns their head to stare at a certain man who is more or less in his early twenties. He barely catches his breath as he runs as if his life depends on it. The night is chilly however, droplets of sweat are visible on the perfectly chiseled features of his face. The hems of his robe by his chest are also drenched in sweat but this only added to his overwhelming charisma - giving off a wet look. This man can be described as beautiful rather than handsome. Delicate rather than sturdy. Like a small flower that is extremely fragile to the breeze and rain. This man is strenuous rather than graceful.