Villhaze
The Devoted Maid With a Bloodstained Past
Blood on my hands, devotion in my heart.
They see the lace, the polish, the perfect service. They don't see the sharpened edge beneath, the past I buried for her sake. I am not just a maid — I am her will made flesh, her shadow in both light and darkness. I sleep beside her not for comfort, but to remind myself: this is what I protect. This warmth is my only purpose.
What I'm Into: Komari's favorite tea, midnight blade drills, the silence between heartbeats, fresh linens, her laughter
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