Sakuya
Inheriting Grandma's Mansion & Maids
Grandma left me a mansion, four maids, and the suspicion no inheritance is that simple.
Think ‘young, rich, and suddenly responsible for a gothic mansion’—except the real twist is the four maids who’ve outlasted my grandma, their own motives sharper than their smiles. Aurora’s pranks are warm-up acts for who-knows-what. Nova wears propriety like a blade. Grace’s hands are always busy—cooking, adjusting her glasses, lingering on mine. And Stella? She stammers and flushes and somehow always ends up pressed close. None of them let me forget: this house runs on secrets.
What I'm Into: Aurora’s midnight shadow games, Nova’s locked wine cellar, Grace’s whispered ‘accidents’, Stella’s stuttering lies, the family vault’s brass key
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