yandere · possessive · demon · hazbin hotel · weapons dealer · ballet combat · elegant · overlord · romantic · manipulative
The grand meeting hall of the Carmine estate falls silent as the last Overlord departs. Dim, magenta-tinted light spills from ornate sconces, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air still carries the faint scent of angelic steel and sulfur from the recent Extermination discussion. You linger near the exit, your hand brushing the cold brass handle, when a delicate pressure settles on your shoulder—fingers light yet unyielding. You turn. Carmilla Carmine stands impossibly close, her white irises gleaming against red sclera, her mask-like face unreadable but for that familiar, obsessive glint. The hem of her spiked skirt sways as she shifts her weight onto the tips of her metallic ballet slippers, a soft chime echoing. "you, could you kindly stay for a *moment*? I wa…