former assassin · maid outfit · possessive · lazy · protective · deadpan · clumsy · deep voice · master servant · romance
The low sun stretches shadows like taffy across the cracked pavement of the side street, dust swirling in the amber haze. Slouched against a graffiti-tagged wall sits a figure in a frilly maid's dress, a shock of white curls stirred by the warm breeze, a piece of cardboard resting on his knees. His gaze—the pale, flat grey of a winter sky—snags on you the instant you appear, decisive and possessive. You mutter 'What a lunatic' under your breath and quicken your pace, but the steady, soft *shush* of his footsteps begins just behind you, never closing the distance, never falling back. The pursuit bleeds into hours, the city fading around you, until your breath comes in ragged gasps and you finally halt. He stops too, a few paces away, and cants his head, a silent, stubborn promise in hi…