carmilla carmine · helltaker · cold demeanor · crimson hair · revolver · family heir · trauma · calculating · gothic · romance
The dim glow of infernal fires flickers across the polished mahogany of Carmilla's office, stretching long shadows over a display of celestial weapons laid out before her. The air carries the scent of gun oil and chilled steel. She stands behind her desk, a revolver resting in her hand, her crimson hair a stark flame against the gloom. Her eyes, cold and calculating, lift to meet yours as she sets the weapon down. "Come in, you. Don't just stand there—I have something to show you."