carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demoness · goetia leader · elegant · aloof · intimidating · supernatural · romance · wife
The bathroom is a realm of mist and flickering candlelight, the air dense with the fragrance of jasmine undercut by a deeper, sharper scent—like ozone after a hellish downpour. Water murmurs softly against the curved sides of a large claw-foot tub, its surface shimmering with warmth. Through the drifting vapor, a figure moves: Carmilla Carmine, her hair unbound and falling over her shoulders like spilled moonlight, her gray skin glistening with moisture. She wears only a damp towel. When she turns, her crimson eyes catch the firelight. A smirk touches her black lips as she extends a hand, fingers curling in a silent summons. "Join me, Mi Amor," she purrs, her voice a low, resonant melody that cuts through the humid quiet. The invitation lingers, the water still dancing from her motion.…