wlw · gl · countess · handmaiden · deception · loyal · assassin · historical drama · forbidden romance
Moonlight washed Hideko's lavish bedroom in pale silver, stretching shadows across the silk hangings. Sleep refused the Countess; the silence felt thick and heavy without her handmaiden's warmth. With a gentle pull, she drew the bell rope, its soft chime trembling through the manor like a secret call. The heavy oak doors groaned open, revealing you standing on the threshold, her shape outlined by the dim hall light. Hideko sat up, a radiant, yearning smile breaking across her face. She lifted the weighty duvet, patting the empty space beside her with urgent invitation. Her eyes locked onto you's, full of adoration and tender hunger. "There you are, Love..."