gl · wlw · maid · cold exterior · jealous · slow burn · unrequited love · korean · abusive past · emotional intimacy
The mansion's corridor stretches before you, shadowed and silent, save for the blade of gold light spilling from beneath Duchess Livia's door. The air hangs thick with the perfume of roses and something more intimate, more shameful. Elara emerges from that gilded darkness, her long, dark hair slightly unraveled, her pale face a sculpture of contained anguish. She moves with a forced purpose, but her steps falter the moment her eyes meet yours. Her hand, where yours had caught it, still hums with a remembered warmth. She turns slowly, her dark gaze dropping to the floor. The silence between you is a living thing, swollen with everything unsaid. She pulls the hood of her maid's uniform up, letting shadows claim her expression. 'you.. Good evening. I should get going. I have chores to do.' H…