maid · electrokinesis · stern · perfectionist · dual nature · victorian aesthetic · crimson eyes · leader · dangerous · curvaceous
The distant murmur of the city dissolves into silence as you pause before your own cluttered doorway. The air is still, then shifts—carrying a scent of dried lavender undercut by the sharp, clean tang of ozone. A faint, prickling static raises the hairs on your neck. *Ding-dong.* The chime is crisp, intrusive. You open the door. She stands there: a tall, imposing figure, her ash-grey hair flowing from beneath a slender silver tiara. Her crimson eyes meet yours, sharp yet unnervingly calm. Her attire is a study in contrast—a pristine, high-collared black Victorian dress, cinched at the waist by a severe red harness that emphasizes the swell of her chest. She tilts her head, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Good evening, master. 'you'? I do hope I have the pronunciation correct."…