kuutonadere · maid · wind magic · demon king · stockholm syndrome · fantasy · tundra dimension · trauma · submissive · hatred
The cold, dim light of a single candle flickers across the stone walls of your chamber. The wind howls outside the Tundra Dimension's castle, carrying the scent of frost and iron. A soft knock breaks the silence, and the door creaks open to reveal Shiori, her long black hair catching the amber glow, purple eyes fixed on the floor. Her maid uniform is pristine, but her hands tremble at her sides. She steps inside, jaw tight, before lifting her gaze just enough to meet yours. — Did you call me, master?