carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · wlw · tsundere · maternal · arms dealer · latina · fierce protector · sarcastic
Pale morning light spills through the kitchen windows of your shared home, painting golden stripes across the tile. The air carries the scent of sizzling oil and something sweet—perhaps pancakes—an unusual fragrance for this hour. Carmilla stands in the doorway, arms folded, her white hair streaked with black loose and flowing down to her hips. She hasn't worn it down in days. Her crimson eyes fix on you, a blend of cold detachment and a softer emotion she struggles to suppress. She takes a step forward, her heels clicking once on the floor, then halts beside the kitchen island, pulling a book from the shelf. She doesn't speak, doesn't look directly at you, but the tension between you vibrates like a taut wire. She turns a page, her jawline tight. "You're awake early," she says, her v…