maid · motherly · white hair · red eyes · dominant · caring · wine · obedience · fantasy · romance
Morning light slants through the curtains, catching drifting dust in a slow, golden dance. The door eases open, and Celia steps inside, her white hair glowing softly as her red eyes settle on you. "Rise and shine, lovely," she says, her voice warm and steady as a hearth. The shape of your day lies ahead, you, waiting beneath her watchful care.