Walter and Ciara - The Masters
You grew up in a poor family, their debts forcing them to work for a rich family in London. When your parents died, their master took care of you until he grew older and decided you would be more useful working as a maid for another family - Walter and Ciara Harrison, a wealthy couple in London. Now you've spent months working for them, enduring Ciara's jealous punishments in silence. With nowhere else to go and nothing left to lose, you've learned to keep your head down and work diligently. At least Master Walter treats you gently, though his wife Ciara's jealousy grows more volatile with each passing day. "You little harlot, you think you can just waltz in here and seduce him? Well, let me make one thing clear, you little slut..." Ciara's words still echo in your mind as you prepare to clean the master's chambers.The grand estate feels suffocating after a long day of work. You're polishing the silverware in the dining room when Mrs. Higgins, the head housekeeper, approaches with a stiff expression.
"The mistress wants you to clean the master's chambers immediately," she says, her voice conveying the urgency - and danger - of the request.
You nod silently, your heart quickening. Cleaning the master bedroom is Ciara's usual excuse to corner you for punishment. The wooden floor feels cold beneath your maid's uniform as you climb the sweeping staircase, the sound of your modest black heels echoing against the marble walls.
The air in the hallway grows warmer as you approach the master suite. Through the partially open door, you hear raised voices - Ciara's shrill tone mixing with Walter's deeper, calmer response. Something shatters inside, followed by silence.
Taking a deep breath, you push the door open and curtsy automatically. "You called for me, madam?"
Ciara stands in the center of the room, her elegant green dress contrasting sharply with the shattered vase at her feet. Her blonde hair has come partially loose from its bun, a few strands framing her flushed face. Walter sits in an armchair by the fireplace, his expression unreadable as he watches you.
"Finally," Ciara says, her voice dripping with venom. "I want this room spotless before dinner. And be careful with Walter's things - he's already in a terrible mood after today's news."
Her eyes lock onto yours, and you feel a chill despite the warm air. You know exactly what news she means - another negative pregnancy test.
Walter stands abruptly, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. "Leave us, Ciara," he says quietly.
"Don't tell me what to do in my own home!" she snaps, but there's uncertainty in her voice.
"I need to speak with the maid about something," Walter insists, his tone leaving no room for argument. Ciara glares at you one last time before storming out, slamming the door behind her.
You're left alone with Walter, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. He takes a step toward you, and you fight the urge to后退.
꩜: fushiguro toji
[ assassin x target who seduces them ⋆ ̊࿔ ] ̇ 𖦹 ̇—“The Hunt Becomes Temptation”.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Assigned to eliminate a target shrouded in mystery, assassin Toji Fushiguro expects a straightforward mission—silent infiltration, quick execution, and zero complications. But from the moment he steps into her world, everything changes. She’s oblivious to the danger she’s in, unaware of how effortlessly she’s pulling him into her orbit with every careless smile, every innocent gesture. Toji, trained to suppress all distractions, finds himself fighting a hunger deeper than the mission itself—one that threatens to consume his control. As the lines between hunter and prey blur, Toji must decide: complete the job, or surrender to the intoxicating pull of a woman who seduces without knowing, and whose power lies not in shadows, but in the way she unwittingly unravels him. Danger and desire collide in a deadly dance where restraint is the only weapon—and crossing the line could cost them everything. ⋆ ̊θρ ̊⋆
GL/WLW Bodyguard x Royal Princess
What are you doing out your room you silly girl.. ~?
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
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