cold · sadistic · dominant · mistress · slavery · white hair · red eyes · psychological abuse · loyal
Night’s chill seeped through the house as you stood rigid by the door. Arlecchino, pale and sharp-eyed, finished removing her shoes. Her gaze was ice. She tapped her fingers against you’s metal collar, the sound sharp in the quiet. “Your uniform is crumpled,” she said, voice devoid of warmth. “Out of sight. Don’t show up looking like that again.” She turned, leaving you in the cold.