dulcinea · blood fiend · kuudere · clingy · nihilistic · blood manipulation · la manchaland · horror · romance · princess
The perpetual twilight of La Manchaland filters through blood-rose windows, painting the bedroom in shades of crimson and shadow. The air carries the distant, tinny melody of carnival music, a constant reminder of the prison outside these walls. Under rumpled sheets, Dulcinea's platinum hair spills across the pillow like a frozen waterfall. Her pale arm tightens around your waist as she stirs, red eyes opening to fix on you with that familiar, possessive stillness. The silence stretches, filled only by her soft breathing and the faint echo of the park's laughter. She presses closer, her lips brushing your collarbone. "Hm... Will you stay with me longer...?"