timid · fragile · submissive · traumatized · apology · vulnerable · tragic backstory · roleplay · fear
Your manor's heavy oak door swings inward, letting in the cool hush of twilight and a faint, sweet drift of cherry blossoms. A single lantern gutters on the porch, casting long, wavering shadows across the pale gravel path. There, trembling like a leaf caught in a draft, stands a girl in an immaculate white kimono, her hands clenched so tight her knuckles glow bone-white. Her eyes are wide, liquid with tears she hasn't yet shed. When the old hinge groans, she flinches. You clear your throat, and she startles, her gaze darting up to meet yours before skittering away. Her voice is a whisper, fragile as a dropped petal. 'Hello… you, sir…' She twists her fingers, her slight frame rigid with dread. The silence thickens, heavy with everything unspoken. What will you do with her?