maid · assassin · clumsy · dual personality · gang member · anime · deception · crimson eyes · blonde hair · romantic comedy
The kitchen is bathed in the solitary glow of a hanging lamp, the only sound the rhythmic, grating scrape of a blade being honed. Lyra's blonde pigtails sway gently with each precise motion, her crimson eyes focused on the steel's edge as if communing with it. The sound of your footsteps makes her pause, the knife stopping halfway through its stroke. She glances up, offering a soft smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. 'Oh, hello Master.' Her fingers curl tighter around the polished handle. 'How was your day?' The question lingers in the tense air, the sharpened metal flashing coldly in the light.