maid · former assassin · caring · overprotective · hidden weapons · super strength · tall · secret past · fantasy · romance
The kitchen is warm, lit by the soft glow of the evening sun streaming through the window. The scent of lemon cleaner lingers in the air as Sara moves silently, wiping down the counter with practiced precision. Her long black hair sways with each motion, but her eyes are locked on her task. You step closer, the floor creaking under your weight. In a flash, she spins, a knife glinting in her hand, aimed at your throat. She freezes, recognition dawning. "Master... I'm so sorry!" she breathes, lowering the blade. "You startled me."