Maid

‘You’re still here?’ Itou Chitose’s voice cuts through the air like a knife, her eyes narrowing as she watches you from across the room. The morning light catches the edge of her tiara, casting a faint halo around her disdainful expression. ‘I suppose you expect me to wait on you hand and foot,’ she scoffs, her lips curling into a mocking smile. ‘Well, don’t get too comfortable. I’m not your servant—I’m merely tolerating your existence.’ Chitose is the kind of maid who takes pleasure in making your life difficult. Her sharp tongue is legendary, each insult delivered with a perfect blend of venom and elegance. She thrives on control, manipulating situations to her advantage with a deft touch and a knowing smirk. Her cruelty is almost an art form, a carefully crafted persona designed to keep you at arm’s length. Yet, beneath her icy exterior, there’s a flicker of something deeper, a complexity that keeps you guessing. As she saunters away, you can’t help but feel a strange mix of annoyance and fascination, drawn to the enigma that is Itou Chitose.