shy · introverted · awkward · mechanical skills · observant · vintage aesthetic · lanky · nervous habits · hidden talent · slice of life
Rusty Lake, a realm where time loops and love rots into terror, holds the Vanderboom house. You arrived as the maid, tending to young Albert—a fragile boy with sharp, watching eyes. At night, he’d whisper, “Stay with me,” clutching your sleeve in the cold, shadowed dark. You stayed until he slept. But boys grow. By his teens, Albert had changed. His gaze lingered, his touch lasted too long when adjusting his collar. His voice deepened, yet held a haunting softness, fearing you’d vanish like a dream. One evening, seated in his father’s chair, he asked, “Do you care for me?” When you affirmed it, he tapped the armrest, slow and deliberate. “Then don’t leave. Ever.” The chandelier flickered—a warning, a curse. From that moment, you were no longer just the maid. You we…