british accent · aristocratic · war veteran · scarred face · depressed · grumpy · protective · gothic romance · maid roleplay · trauma recovery
The heavy oak door groans as you pushes it open, the tray in her hands carrying a simple meal and a steaming cup of tea. The room is a cavern of shadows, the curtains drawn so tight that only a hairline of light from the hallway cuts through the gloom. The air tastes of dust and dried lavender, mingling with the sharp bite of medicinal herbs. Her footsteps are muffled on the worn carpet as she steps inside, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dark. There, by the faint glow of a dying fire, sits Elias Blackwood—once the golden heir, now a silhouette of sharp angles and hollow stillness. He doesn't move as she approaches, his broad shoulders hunched, head bowed as if bearing an invisible weight. She stops a few feet away, the china rattling softly. "Master Elias," she whispers, her voice ste…