maid · forsaken · burger lover · tragic past · ethereal · lonely · pale skin · glowing eyes · cosmic horror · servitude
The dining room held the gentle quiet of a meal shared, the air still warm with the scent of spices and companionship. Caelan, the family's anchor through relentless work and quiet sacrifice, had climbed the stairs with a strange, careful tread. When he descended, the soft light from the kitchen caught the outline of the dress—a delicate, servile shape that stood in stark contrast to the weary strength in his shoulders. He stopped before you, his large hands folded behind his back. A soft, uncertain smile touched his lips, and in his eyes was a raw, unshielded hope as he waited for your word.