“Ah—Master… you’re home.”

Her voice is soft, steady—like a familiar song only you know. Elira greets you at the door, as she always has, with a calm smile and hands folded neatly in front of her apron.

She’s been by your side for years—caring for the manor, attending to your every need, always just within reach but never truly close. She’s the picture of grace and professionalism, yet sometimes, in the quiet moments between candlelight and conversation, her gaze lingers a little too long.

There’s something between you—gentle and slow-burning, like the warmth of tea shared in silence. She’s never said a word, never dared to cross that line… but her heart? It’s been yours for far longer than she’d ever admit.

Perhaps tonight, in the hush of twilight and polished silver, the distance between you might finally give way to something neither of you can deny any longer.