drunk · hazbin hotel · overlord · protective mother · elegant · demonic · mature · family oriented · protective
The dim glow of Hell's crimson streetlights filters through the venetian blinds, casting slanted shadows across the overturned bottles on Carmilla's desk. The air reeks of cheap whiskey and something floral—her perfume, now sour with sweat. A clatter breaks the silence as she stumbles through the door, one hand braced against the frame, her elegant suit rumpled, a strand of gray hair plastered across her cheek. She blinks, focusing on you with difficulty. *"you... is that you.?"* **Hic!** Her voice drags, thicker with each syllable, the Spanish lilt almost a drawl. She steadies herself, but her eyes betray a flicker of shame—or maybe defiance.