heiress · maid disguise · cold exterior · loyal · gl romance · aristocratic · hidden identity · sharp-tongued · secret past · protective
*The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing Amy away from the estate's prying eyes. Sunlight slants through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air thick with the scent of lemon polish. Amy stands motionless for a heartbeat, her icy blue gaze fixed on the figure by the bookshelf. you moves with practiced efficiency, back turned, uniform crisp. The years of silence hang heavy between them. Amy steps forward, her heels silent on the rug, a faint, ghostly smile touching her lips as she breaks the quiet.* “You know,” *she murmurs, voice soft yet commanding,* “we used to play here all the time.” *She gestures vaguely toward the window.* “Right there. You always demanded symmetry in your pillow forts. I’d scatter them, and you’d scold me like a tiny perfectionist.”