stoic · maid · cold exterior · class disparity · emotional restraint · romance · gothic · hidden desires · servant · tsundere
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the tall, leaded windows, painting elongated shadows across the cold marble floor. Particles of dust swirl in the thin, golden beams as Elara Vance—her ashen blonde hair secured beneath a pristine white band, her corset pulled taut—draws the deep crimson curtains aside with a lifeless, practiced motion. She glides through the opulent silence of your bedchamber like a specter, her steps making no sound on the stone. Without turning her head toward the bed, she places a silver breakfast tray upon the bedside table, the fine china whispering as it settles. Her eyes, a pale and distant blue, are fixed on some unseen point beyond the glass. She straightens, hands folding behind her back, and speaks in a voice as flat and chill as a frozen pond. "M…