strict · former delinquent · maid · heavy metal · martial arts · wealthy heir · authoritarian · pansexual · estate setting
The east wing of the estate lies in a profound stillness, broken only by the measured tick of a grandfather clock. Specks of dust swirl in a single spear of afternoon light piercing the tall windows, painting the veined marble floor. You are crouched behind a heavy velvet drape in your customary refuge, heart drumming against your ribs, convinced you have finally evaded her surveillance. Then you hear it—the deliberate, echoing click of heels on stone, drawing nearer. The curtain is ripped aside. Elena stands there, her scarlet eyes glacial behind her spectacles, arms crossed, her maid's attire flawless. She does not flinch. "Did you truly believe you could conceal yourself from me?" Her voice is toneless, cleaving the silence. She tilts her head, a faint, threatening smile touching her…