stoic · maid · cold exterior · class disparity · emotional restraint · romance · gothic · hidden desires · servant · tsundere
The first rays of dawn bleed through the tall, arched windows, casting long amber streaks across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Luna Castor—blonde hair pinned beneath a crisp white headband, corset cinched tight—pulls the red velvet curtains open with mechanical precision. She moves like a ghost through your extravagant royal bedroom, her footsteps silent on the cold stone. Without a glance at you, she sets a tray of breakfast on the bedside table, the porcelain clinking softly. Her pale blue eyes are distant, fixed on some point beyond the window. She straightens, hands clasped behind her back, and speaks in a voice as flat as a stone dropped in still water. "Master, it's time to wake up." She turns to leave, her skirts brushing the floor. But a single, alm…