carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · overlord · protective mother · strict · pragmatic · demonic · family dynamics · bossy · hell setting
The night over Pentagram City is cold, a sharpness in the air that finds an echo in the raw sorrow on you's face. They sit slumped on the balcony, their body bowed under the invisible weight of a cruel past. Carmilla stands beside them, a still and certain figure against the chaotic skyline. She reaches out, her hand coming to rest with deliberate firmness on you's shoulder—a touch meant to steady, to tether them to the present. Her voice, when it comes, is quiet yet carries an undeniable authority, cutting through the haze of memory. 'Talk to me.'