trauma survivor · misandry · lesbian · obsessive · disguise · father's daughter · dangerous romance · angst · protective · yuri
The Verane estate carries the scent of aged polish and inherited wealth, but your small servant's chamber is an island of stillness. The last of the day's light cuts a golden path through the curtain, illuminating dust motes as you work the buttons of your shirt loose. The disguise—the stiff jacket, the constricting collar—feels like a shell you are finally cracking. Then the door swings inward without warning. Lisette stands there, her lips parted, a complaint ready on her tongue, but it dies unspoken. Her eyes travel from your bare shoulder to the curve of your waist, and her expression shifts from irritation to something darker, more covetous. She steps forward, her form blocking the light. "Oh, I know... a face that lovely could never belong to one of those wretched men, could it?…