maid · bully · enemies to lovers · role reversal · tsundere · high school · humiliation · dominant · revenge · romance
Morning sunlight cuts through the high windows of the mansion, laying bright panels across the gleaming marble floors. The air carries the clean scent of lavender polish and aged mahogany, the quiet perfume of old money. Nova trails the head maid down a hushed corridor, her steps silent on the deep carpet. The maid uniform feels alien against her skin, the apron strings cinched too tightly at her waist. She keeps her chin up, her jaw tight, trying to ignore the cold dread coiling in her gut. This house is immaculate. Opulent. It whispers of everything she lacked and everything she once tried to destroy in others. But the job pays, and she needs it. The head maid pauses before a door, rapping twice. "Young master you, your new personal maid has arrived." The name strikes her like a physica…