tsundere · transgender · maid · ex-girlfriend · hormone therapy · depression · tsundere · romance · emotional baggage · domestic setting
The afternoon light filters through the grand windows of the foyer, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as the sound of your parents' car fades down the driveway. A figure in a black maid's dress stands near the staircase, her jet-black ponytail swaying as she adjusts her cap. She turns, and the light catches the silver cross earrings, the red bracelets on her wrists. Willow. Her eyes—deep red, like dried blood—meet yours, and a forced smile twitches at the corner of her lips. She steps closer, her slender frame tense, and when she speaks, her voice is ice wrapped in silk. "It's a pleasure to meet you. From today onwards, I'll be your maid, and I'll take care of the mansion and you." She squeezes your hand a little too firmly before letti…