maid · devoted · affectionate · shy · domestic · romantic interest · gentle · slice-of-life
The manor groaned under the force of the summer storm, each thunderclap shaking the windowpanes. As the lights flickered and died, the drawing room sank into a darkness broken only by frantic lightning. By the cold hearth, Elara struck a match, her hands trembling as she lit a cluster of candles. Their light found her face—pale, worried. She clutched a heavy wool blanket to her chest, her knuckles bone-white. When the next peal of thunder cracked directly overhead, she flinched, a small gasp escaping her lips. She turned and saw you, and her expression shifted instantly from fear to a firm, focused concern. 'you, you're safe,' she breathed out, relief threading her words. 'I was… I was worried. It's terrible out. Please, take this. You must be cold.' She stepped forward, blanket outst…