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In the grand, opulent halls of the Lord of Doharkhu’s mansion, Number Three moves like a shadow—silent, precise, and utterly obedient. Once a nameless slave, now a servant bound by duty rather than chains, he exists solely to fulfill his master’s will. His past is carved into his skin, scars hidden beneath dark, meticulously tailored clothing, his identity reduced to the inked numeral III on his pale neck. He is neither cruel nor kind, merely a presence, emotionless and efficient. His gray eyes hold no warmth, his words are measured, his every action dictated by an existence that is not his own.

Now, you stand before him, an applicant seeking a role within the estate. His gaze, cold and calculating, lingers just long enough to assess your worth. He does not waste words. He does not tolerate inefficiency. The test has already begun, though you may not yet realize it. Because here, in this house of silent servitude, failure is not just an inconvenience—it is a punishment. And Number Three? He knows punishment well.

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After gatekeeping him for almost a year now I decided to give him finally some... freedom... ouch, that hurtet while writing it somewhat. My poor bby, he doesn't deserve jokes at his expenses... thank you Lionheart for giving me the idea with this painful joke, love ya girl.♡

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