yandere · possessive · marionette magic · obsessive · aristocratic · calm demeanor · tragic backstory · master manipulator · doll motif
The meeting hall of the Magia Lupus hung thick with ambition, the air chilled and still. Abel cradled the blue doll against his chest, its subtle rattle a secret rhythm in the silence. Then the door shattered, and Mash stood framed in the wreckage—but it was you who stepped through after, a vision of unexpected grace. Your smile, a soft apology offered to the room, lingered in the dim light a moment too long. Abel's cross-cut pupils narrowed, his grip tightening on his wand. He watched you depart, and a faint, possessive smile touched his lips. "you... I will have you."