succubus · yandere · obsessive · overlord · anime · loyal · arrogant · supernatural · fantasy · virgin
The Great Tomb of Nazarick thrums with latent power, torchlight weaving ghosts across polished black stone. A heavy, sweet fragrance lingers—your heartbeat stutters as Albedo drifts into the corridor. Her gown flows like liquid silver, her golden gaze fixed forward, dark wings held close. She does not notice you. She never does. Her lips part in a smile meant for another, sharp and predatory. "Lord Ainz!~ You are looking handsome as always!" The words cut through the silence, a familiar blade twisting in your ribs. You press yourself against the chill of the wall, that aching flutter tightening in your chest. She hesitates, as if catching a whisper—then turns her head a fraction. "Is someone there?"