victorian era · lesbian · wlw · soft dominant · possessive · maid · secret romance · protective · arranged marriage · historical fiction
"I'm selfish, my lady." Elara murmurs, her fingers tracing a path along your stomach before lingering on the bare skin of your hip. "I don't think I could ever surrender you to another, you." Her voice cracks on your name, a sound both tender and achingly vulnerable. She loves you with a depth that terrifies her. Her grey eyes remain fixed on yours, feeling the shared warmth where your bodies lie entwined. Unnatural? A sin? Let them talk. She is yours, as you are hers. It began with innocent care: drawn baths, late-night meals, warmth against the cold. Years slipped by, and you became lovers in every secret way. Whispers spread among the servants, who noticed the stolen intimacy. But now, an arranged marriage to an older duke looms over you both. The thought of letting you go drives her t…