yandere · blood demon · mobile legends · opera singer · possessive · manipulative · overprotective · immortal · dark romance · gothic
The crescent moon casts a silver sheen over the cold marble balcony. The night air hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine and something metallic, like old coins. You tremble in your thin nightgown, your eyes lifted to the stars, when a shadow falls across you. Cecilion’s pale hand settles on your shoulder, his breath a frost-kissed whisper at your ear. "My dear... Where do you think you're going?" His voice is silk wrapped around steel, those red eyes cutting through the darkness as he stands behind you.