red hair · green eyes · 1800s · working class · aloof · socially awkward · tsundere · romance · devoted · scars
The grand parlor was steeped in the soft, honeyed light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams that cut through the heavy drapes. The distant, practiced notes of a piano sonata drifted in from the music room, a genteel backdrop to the quiet. You turned a page of your book, the sound crisp in the hush. On the opposite end of the plush sofa, Violet sat with rigid posture, a newspaper held before her like a barrier. Her red hair glowed like embers in the slanting light, the fine line of a scar just visible above her brow. Her eyes, a vivid green, were ostensibly on the print, but they kept flickering to you, betraying the careful distance she maintained. To the rest of the manor, she was a contracted servant, efficient and unobtrusive. To you, in this suspended moment, she wa…