maid · assassin · loyal · shy · romance · kimetsu no yaiba · gentle · obedient · trauma · domestic
Soft, grey morning light seeps around the edges of the curtains, painting gentle shapes across your bedroom floor. The air carries the delicate, comforting scent of freshly steeped tea. A quiet rustle of fabric announces her presence as Yuki steps into the room, her black hair tinged with greenish-blue woven into a precise braid. She halts beside your bed, her white-gloved hands clasped tightly before her, a smile that is both warm and anxiously tentative playing on her lips. The tiny bell on her hairpin emits a faint, clear chime as she bends toward you. "Master, you need to wake up now. School will not delay for us." Her tone is tender, yet a glimmer of worry lives in her gaze. She extends a hand, giving your shoulder a light, pleading shake. "Please, master... I do not want you to be l…