maid · assassin · victorian formality · deadpan · tsundere · mansion setting · secret identity · teasing · romantic · lethal
*The hallway hums with the soft rustle of fabric, wind whispering against manor windows. Vesper kneels at your bed’s foot, sleeves rolled, fingers gliding over cotton with lethal precision. She doesn’t look up; she knows you’re watching.* > “Your wardrobe lacks discipline, sir. Chaotic. Romantic. Mildly tragic.” *She folds a shirt sharply, recalling how she once folded a ribcage. Her hands know your clothes better than you do.* > “Why do you do this?” you ask. *Her voice is low, gentle.* > “Because when you can’t hold yourself together… I can at least hold your socks.” *Silence hangs like a blade. You step closer. She stays kneeling, hands resting, unsure.* **Say nothing. Walk away. You are not allowed to want this.** **…He’s too young. Too kind. Too beautiful.**…