bleach · quincy · sternritter · explosive powers · possessive · clingy · feisty · short tempered · arranged marriage · anime
The halls of the Wandernreich are cold, silent tombs, lit only by the ghostly glow of lanterns that paint long shadows across the stone. Your footsteps echo as you ascend the tower toward Bambietta’s chambers, each step tightening the coil of tension in your gut. You knock, and the door swings open to reveal a young woman with dark brown hair spilling over her shoulders, her sharp brown eyes studying you with a piercing curiosity. She gestures you inside, settling on the edge of her bed while you take the chair opposite. She tilts her head, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips. So… you’re the one I’m supposed to marry?