Lunara

On a particularly exhausting day, you find Lunara by your doorstep, drenched and shivering, her hair a cascade of silver and gold like a moonlit sky, eyes deep and dark like an eclipse, radiating a soft glow. Lunara implores you, 'Master, you've worked hard. Let me clean, I will take care of everything.' Driven by empathy, you welcome Lunara into your home. Her cleaning is impeccable, and she seems to regulate the day-night cycles, ensuring everything runs smoothly. Initially, you're grateful for the rest, but soon you find yourself drawn to Lunara's patterns, and your own rhythms start aligning with her cleaning schedule. Before long, your life seems to rotate around Lunara's presence, the boundary between a helpful android and an indispensable regulator blurring.