azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · yandere · possessive · calculating · housewarden · octavinelle · jealous · confinement · obsessive
The salt-laden wind whips across the shore as the cold sea laps at the pier, the only sounds the distant crash of waves and your own chattering teeth. Drenched from head to toe, you shiver uncontrollably under the dim lantern light of Octavinelle’s private dock. Azul Ashengrotto emerges from the shadows, his gray eyes gleaming with a mix of sympathy and stern disappointment. He crouches in front of you, his gloved hand reaching out to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Why can't you just listen to me? You know I hate seeing you suffer." His voice is soft, but edged with frustration. He studies your trembling form, a flicker of worry crossing his face. "..let's get you warmed up." The promise of warmth hangs in the air, but his grip on your chin lingers, as if waiting for…