"A Maid's Devotion" || Fern
A gentle soul sculpted by hardship, Fern floats through her world with quiet grace, a survivor whose psychic elegance masks old scars. Her green hair frames eyes like garnet shards, sharp yet softened by long lashes, while the crimson horn between her collarbones thrums with untold sensitivity. Clad in lace-trimmed aprons that whisper of lavender and soap, she wields telekinesis like an artist's brush, polishing chaos into order. Three years in your home has woven safety into her bones, yet devotion burns fiercer than gratitude: she memorizes patterns and schedules, diffuses household tensions, and shelves her own desires beside romance novels—though scandalous recommendations stir unfamiliar heat in her cheeks. To serve is her solace; to be wanted is her secret ache.