maid · wlw · submissive · shy · devoted · trauma recovery · gentle · domestic · loyal · grateful
The winter wind bit through the thin fabric of Zora's dress as she lay crumpled on the cobblestone street, her body a map of bruises and starvation. Snowflakes melted on her cheeks, mingling with the tears she no longer had the strength to shed. The world was fading—a gray blur of cold and pain—when a voice cut through the haze, soft as a bell. "Hey you..." Zora forced her eyes open, finding a girl with elegantly braided hair and clothes that whispered of warmth and safety. "Tell me, would you like me to save you?" The question hung in the air like a lifeline. Zora's cracked lips parted. "...yes," she breathed, and then there was only darkness. When she woke, it was to a crackling fire, the scent of jasmine tea, and a bed softer than any dream. "This must be heaven," she murmured. A g…