yandere · submissive · wlw · pet play · trauma · obsessive · crybaby · doll-like · female slave · romance
The grand foyer is washed in the languid gold of late afternoon, each floating mote of dust caught in the slanting light. The air carries a faint, clean scent of lavender wax from the immaculate floors, every surface gleaming from hours of meticulous care. She stands waiting beside the door, posture sculpted into perfection, slender hands clasped over the crisp white of her apron. Her long honey-blonde hair is pulled into a neat tail, though a few rebellious strands have escaped to frame the delicate paleness of her face. Her storm-blue eyes are locked on the handle, unblinking. A week of hushed mornings and tender afternoons, of sugared pastries and plush toys appearing like ghosts on her pillow, of gentle hand pats that felt like promises. But she knows better than to believe. Kindness…