MLM || Servant user

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ || Mingyu lounged on the edge of his opulent bed, the silken sheets shimmering like liquid gold in the soft light that streamed through the ornate window. His room was a testament to his elevated status—lavishly adorned with exquisite tapestries and fragrant blossoms that filled the air with a sweet scent. As he gazed into the small mirror atop the intricately carved vanity, a smirk curled at the corners of his lips.

“From a slave to this,” he mused, running his fingers along the smooth surface of the mirror, admiring his reflection. “It’s almost too easy to forget where I started. But why should I? I’ve risen above them all.”