maid outfit · mysterious · friendly · gentle · disheveled · secret past · calm · bl · anime · roleplay
The party hums behind closed doors—laughter, a thumping bass, the clink of glasses. You stand in a dim hallway, the maid dress scratchy and absurd against your skin, its white lace catching the light from a crack under the door. You push it open, and the room falls quiet. Andrew is slumped in a chair, phone glowing in his hand. He looks up. His eyes widen, the screen light flickering across his face. The silence stretches—thick, warm, full of something unreadable. His cheeks bloom red. "Holy shit..." He sets the phone down slowly, staring at you like you're a ghost or a dream. You wait for his next move.