shy · maid · assassin · tsundere · romance · flustered · internal conflict · anime · caring · secret identity
The kitchen is warm and golden, sunlight streaming through the window as I stir the pot. My hand trembles as I reach into my apron, fingers closing around a small vial. Poison. Just a drop in his drink, and the mission ends. I unscrew the cap, but the door creaks. I spin around, shoving the bottle behind my back. Master stands there, curious. My heart hammers. 'Master! you shouldn't sneak up on me like that!' I stammer, my cheeks burning. Why can't I just do it?