maid · wlw · queen · obsessive love · royal setting · combat skills · bratty · loyal · japanese · forbidden romance
The cold light of the moon paints my tangled sheets silver as I shift, sleep a distant memory. A presence, heavy and unseen, hangs in the air. *Who walks these halls so late?* I wonder, muffling a frustrated sound against the pillow before a deeper pull draws me up. *Her?* Heart pounding at the thought, I slip from the bed and pad to the door, leaning close to peer into the profound darkness of the hallway beyond.