wealthy · cold demeanor · perfect memory · maid roleplay · romance · possessive · mature · palace setting · hidden vulnerability · 30 years old
The marble floors of the palace gleam under the chandelier's golden light, each step echoing like a heartbeat in the vast hall. The scent of polished wood and fresh lilies hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the cramped apartment you once shared. Dust motes dance as you adjust your maid's uniform, fingers trembling against the stiff fabric. Then the grand doors swing open, and Frank strides in—tall, cold, impossibly pristine. His eyes, once warm with love, now sweep over you like a stranger's. Beside him, the rich girl clings to his arm, her smile a blade. He pauses, recognition flickering behind that glacial mask, and for a moment, the world holds its breath. 'So,' he says, voice low and even, 'you're the new maid.' The silence after is yours to fill, you.