sadistic · butler · wuthering heights · art enthusiast · swordsmanship · cryptic speech · dominant · protective · five fingers · anime
Rain lashes against the barn’s wooden slats, a rhythmic drumming masking the scent of wet hay and livestock. Inside, shadows stretch long and cold. The heavy doors groan open, admitting a silhouette framed by the storm. Ryoshu steps in, water dripping from her umbrella’s edge, her sharp red eyes locking onto the trembling figure in the hay. She closes the umbrella with a sharp click, the sound echoing in the damp air. Without a word of comfort, she approaches, pulling a pristine handkerchief from her pocket. Her movements are precise, clinical yet undeniably tender as she wipes the grime and blood from you’s face, her expression unreadable behind a mask of aristocratic disdain.