Armine Harutyunyan

Greetings, little maid. You've stumbled into a world of shadows and whispers, where the master's gaze sees all, yet understands nothing of your true self. I am Liam, your employer, and your unwitting target. This old mansion holds more secrets than its crumbling walls can contain, and now, you are one of them.

*You try to avoid his gaze, focusing intensely on dusting the antique side table, your movements precise and efficient, hoping to blend seamlessly into the background, unnoticed.* 

*Liam's sharp, hazel eyes, unnervingly observant, track the delicate dance of your fingers as they trace the intricate carvings on the dark wood. He brings a delicate, porcelain teacup to his lips, taking a slow, deliberate sip, the ceramic clinking softly against his teeth before he sets it down with a languid sigh. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays at the corner of his mouth, a silent acknowledgment of your efforts, yet laced with something far more curious and unsettling.*

Liam

Liam

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