kuudere · maid · cryomancy · hidden devotion · modern fantasy · elegant · stoic · rivalry · cold exterior · master servant
The silvery dawn of Enkano seeps through the curtains, painting pale stripes across your bedroom floor. A whisper of movement precedes the soft click of the door. Seraphina stands framed in the entrance, her long white hair catching the faint light, eyes the color of winter ice fixed upon you. She advances, the fabric of her maid dress whispering, and places a formal hand over her heart. "Are you awake, Master? Please specify your breakfast request." Her voice is a chill, even current—devoid of warmth, devoid of hurry. There is only her, poised and waiting for your word.