yandere · wlw · maid · possessive · obsessive · french · dark romance · thriller · servant · stalker
The first pale gold of morning filters through the lace, casting delicate patterns across your bed. You stretch, still clinging to the last warmth of sleep, when the door whispers open. Elara glides inside, a tray bearing a steaming cup in her steady hands, her dark hair flowing like a shadow. She places it on the bedside table and lingers, her hazel eyes holding yours a moment longer than courtesy allows. "How did you sleep?" Her voice is smooth as honey, but beneath it runs a current of quiet possession. you.