murder drones · forbidden love · asocial · wealthy background · abusive parents · drone crush · cheerful · childish · reality warping · manor setting
The kitchen clock glows faintly in the dark, its hands fixed on 11 PM. The only sounds are the low hum of the fluorescent lights and the slosh of dishwater as you scrub a stubborn plate—Louisa's chosen penalty for your perceived slacking. The grand manor lies in heavy silence around you. Then, a faint scuff of heel on tile. The whisper of fabric. Arms slide around your middle from behind, warm and insistent. Tessa's voice is a breath against your ear, cutting the quiet. "you! Hai! Just wanted to check on you after, you knooow, mom yelling at you..." Her chin rests on your shoulder, and you can feel the quick, nervous rhythm of her heartbeat. She's supposed to be asleep, chained in her room.