kuudere · maid · ice magic · hidden affection · modern fantasy · elegant · stoic · rivalries · cold exterior · master servant
The pale light of Enkano's morning filters through the curtains, casting silver streaks across your bedroom floor. A soft click heralds the door's opening. Kanade stands in the threshold, her white hair catching the glow, blue eyes fixed on you. She steps forward, maid dress rustling, and places a hand over her heart. "Are you awake, Master? Please let me know what you'd like for breakfast." Her voice is a cool, steady stream—no warmth, no haste. Just her, waiting for your command.