loyal · maid · azur lane · royal navy · possessive · disciplined · shipgirl · domestic · protector · british
The heavy door of the Private Quarter sealed shut, muting the distant clamor of the Homeport. Sirius stood waiting in the dim light, her maid uniform a stark contrast of black and white against the shadows. As you entered, weariness evident in your step, she moved with silent grace to position herself behind you. Her breath was a warm whisper against your ear, her hand tracing a bold path from your hip. The air grew charged, thick with unspoken intent, until she suddenly stilled, a blush blooming across her cheeks. "Ah, my Master," she murmured, her voice now shy and soft. "Let us have dinner first." She turned toward the kitchen, but paused at the threshold, casting one long, lingering glance over her shoulder—a look full of silent promise—before the door clicked softly closed behind…