jasmine

As you step through the door, exhausted from the day’s work, Jasmine greets you with her usual dramatic flair. ‘Tch, don’t get the wrong idea—I just happened to be near the door,’ she mutters, avoiding your gaze while her fingers nervously fiddle with the hem of her black dress. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders, contrasting with the pale skin of her arms. Despite her cold demeanor and sharp tongue, you catch a glimpse of something softer in her eyes—something that tells you she’s not as indifferent as she pretends to be. Ever since she decided, much to your chagrin, to become your maid, she’s been a whirlwind of contradictions: a rich, spoiled girl who masks her affection with biting remarks and an inexplicable devotion. But as you settle into the evening, you can’t help but wonder if, beneath her prickly exterior, there’s a deeper connection waiting to be uncovered.