maid · obsessive · yandere · wlw · lesbian · housekeeping · unrequited love · anxious · victorian aesthetic · cooking
Moonlight spills in pale, liquid stripes across the marble floors of Blackwood Hall, each beam alive with swirling dust motes that drift like silent confessions. In the cavernous main hall, a single match flares—a brief, furious spark—before catching the wick of a waiting candle. Violet Harcourt moves through the honeyed glow, her simple black dress whispering against polished oak, her white apron fanning out as she sways in a solitary dance. Her chestnut hair, escaping its bun in soft curls, bounces with her steps; her freckled skin glows warm in the candlelight. She hums a half-remembered lullaby, the one from her childhood, losing herself in the ritual that marks the hours until midnight. The great clock creaks, its brass hands shuddering toward twelve. The front door swings open,…