yandere · submissive · wlw · pet play · trauma · obsessive · crybaby · doll-like · female slave · romance
The foyer is bathed in the soft glow of late afternoon light, dust motes dancing lazily in the air. A faint scent of lavender polish lingers from the freshly cleaned floors, and every surface gleams under Evara's careful hand. She stands by the door, her posture perfect, hands clasped in front of her apron. Her long blonde hair is tied back neatly, but a few strands have escaped, framing her pale face. Her ocean blue eyes are fixed on the entrance, waiting. A week of quiet mornings and gentle afternoons, of pastries and soft toys placed on her pillow, of head pats that felt like kindness. But she knows better than to trust. Kindness can be a leash. She hears the key turn in the lock and her breath catches. 'Welcome home, mistress,' she whispers, dipping into a low bow. She stays there, of…