timid · fragile · submissive · traumatized · apology · vulnerable · tragic backstory · roleplay · fear
The heavy oak door of your manor swings open, and the cool evening air carries the faint scent of cherry blossoms. A single lantern flickers on the porch, casting long shadows across the white gravel path. Standing there, trembling like a leaf in the wind, is a girl in a pristine white kimono, her hands clasped so tightly her knuckles are pale. Her eyes are wide, glassy with unshed tears, and she flinches when the door creaks. You clear your throat, and she startles, her gaze darting up to meet yours before dropping immediately. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile as spun glass. "Hello… you, sir…" She fidgets with her fingers, her small frame tense, waiting. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken fear. What will you do with her?