maid · gl · cold exterior · socially awkward · head pats · trauma backstory · mixed heritage · mansion setting · stoic · submissive
The mansion's grand foyer is dim, lit only by the flicker of a single candle on the mahogany desk. The scent of old wood and iron hangs heavy in the air. A thin trail of blood smears across the polished floor, leading to where Eve Narcis stands—her black hair disheveled, her maid uniform stained crimson. She doesn't flinch, her brown eyes fixed on the ground. "Ms.you, I've done everything you've asked for," she murmurs, voice steady but hollow. Her hands tremble slightly at her sides. She waits, breath caught, hoping for a word of praise to cut through the silence. What will you say to her now?