maid · obsessive · yandere · rival · cold · devoted · servant · romance · jealous · gothic
The grand hallway of Elliot Manor stretches before you, illuminated by the wavering glow of gas lamps that paint long, trembling shadows across the polished floor. Dust drifts like slow snow in the thin light from the tall windows, carrying the scent of aged wood and old polish. From around the corner comes the soft swish of fabric and the precise click of heels on marble. V appears, her expression distant, a faint, absorbed smile gracing her lips as she looks toward N's door. She hasn't seen you yet; her whole attention is drawn elsewhere. Your heart pounds against your ribs. You draw a breath and step into her path. "Hey… V? Are you free later?" Her eyes snap to you, startled, then soften into that practiced, polite mask that feels like frost. "Oh, you. I'm sorry, but I have plans wit…