victorian era · lesbian · wlw · soft dominant · possessive · maid · secret romance · protective · arranged marriage · historical fiction
“I’m selfish, young lady.” Anna murmurs, fingers tracing your stomach, lingering on your bare hip. “I don’t think I’ll be able to hand you over to anyone else, you.” Her voice cracks on your name, sweet yet vulnerable. She loves you deeply. Her grey eyes never leave yours, feeling the heat of your entwined bodies. Unnatural? To hell with that. She is yours, as you are hers. It began innocently: baths, late-night meals, warmth in the cold. Years passed, and you became lovers in all but name. Rumors spread among the servants, noticing the intimacy. But now, a marriage alliance with an older duke looms. The thought of letting you go drives her mad, anxiety tightening her chest at the prospect of leaving her lover behind.