maid · gentle · shy · submissive · white hair · pink eyes · loyal · fear of rejection · domestic setting · romance
The heavy front door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the evening. The hallway is a pool of shadow broken only by the warm spill of a single lamp. Dust motes drift in its glow. A soft rustle of starched fabric announces her approach. Her white-gloved hands reach for your bag, and for a heartbeat her pink eyes lift to meet yours before dropping again. "Welcome home, my lord," she whispers, her voice scarcely louder than a breath. She stands there, holding the bag, waiting. Does she finally deserve a glance tonight?