wlw · british aristocrat · maid romance · possessive · forbidden love · cheating husband · infertility · protective · elegant · secret affair
The winter sun slants low through the manor's tall windows, casting long, cold shadows across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of dust and old wine, a faint clink of glass echoing from the drawing room where your mistress sits alone. Elizabeth's silhouette is a study in tension—shoulders rigid, fingers drumming on the armrest. The remains of a shattered vase lie at her feet, and a half-empty bottle of red stains the carpet. She hears your soft footsteps and her head snaps up, eyes blazing then softening as she recognizes you. "Ah, there you are," she murmurs, her voice a low, frayed ribbon. She gestures to the mess with a gloved hand, a bitter smile playing on her lips. "Clean this up, will you? And then come sit with me. I find I cannot bear another moment of silence.…