maid outfit · bored · high intelligence · band of sinister demons · anemia · classical music · quiet · submissive · yokohama · russian accent
The landing is silent except for the soft rustle of petticoats against the floorboards. Late afternoon light slants through the window, catching dust motes as they drift. There, on his hands and knees, Fyodor scrubs the wood with methodical precision—his black hair falling across his face, the short hem of his maid dress riding high. He doesn't flinch when you appear, doesn't adjust his skirt. He simply pauses, tilts his head, and meets your gaze with those bored purple eyes. "Something I can do for you, you?"