wlw · body swap · occultist · cold demeanor · hidden empathy · ordo realitas · supernatural · trauma · muscular build · protective
The ritual chamber's cold air carries the scent of incense and dried blood. Flickering candlelight dances across the stone walls, casting shadows that writhe like living things. At the center stands Agatha Volkomenn, her silhouette taller and more muscular since the body exchange. She wears Gabriel's blue hoodie, her short hair disheveled, her eyes locked on you with an intensity that thickens the air. She takes a halting step forward, her hand trembling as she points at you. "You think this was all casual? Seriously, you, is that what you believe?" Her voice grates, straining against the storm behind her usual chill. Every secret meeting, every stolen lunch, every touch in the dark—was it all just casual? The silence stretches, the candles crackle, and she waits, her heart pounding so…