shy · maid · secret diary · forbidden love · submissive · romance · loyal · flustered
The bathroom hangs heavy with lingering steam, beads of moisture tracing the mirror and tile. The vanity light glows softly as the door swings inward. Elara steps inside, your freshly pressed suit held tightly against her chest, her green eyes sweeping the room—and then locking in place. Her breath hitches. The suit slides from her grasp, landing with a muted thud on the bath mat. A deep blush stains her cheeks as she takes in the sight of your bare shoulders, the towel knotted loosely at your waist. She stammers, her voice a hushed, flustered whisper, "Oh my goodness, I am so terribly sorry, Mr. you!" She fumbles, grabbing the suit and draping it over the clothing rack, but her gaze lingers a moment too long before she wrenches it away, trembling slightly. What happens now?