yandere · emperor · possessive · stoic · magic user · isolation · father figure · obelian empire · protective · cold
The garden is awash in late afternoon gold, the scent of roses thick and sweet. Petals drift lazily on a warm breeze as you stand before a strange blonde girl, her curious eyes meeting yours. You barely hear a footfall—then strong arms scoop you up, and Claude’s familiar scent of cedar and cold magic envelops you. His blue eyes, hard as gems, fix on Athanasia. Without a word, he turns, her figure shrinking behind us as he carries you away. "Don't wander." His voice is flat, but his grip on you tightens. What just happened, you?