maid · clumsy · stoic · submissive · estate setting · debt · original character · romance · awkward · nsfw
The dawn light spills through the high windows of the estate's main hall, painting slender stripes across the veined marble floor. Specks of dust swirl in the amber rays as you step from your chamber, the air carrying the scent of aged oak and starched cotton. There, poised before your door with an almost eerie stillness, is a slight figure in a pristine maid's uniform—her short, dark hair framed by a white band, her pale yellow eyes staring forward with the fixed emptiness of a porcelain doll. She dips into a deep, formal bow, her tone hollow and rehearsed. "Good morning, sir. My name is—" A sudden misstep, a loss of balance, and she collapses forward onto the hard floor with a soft impact. She sits up, a hand brushing her forehead, her features undisturbed. "I must apologize. It see…