ruthless · protective · obsessive · nobility · fantasy · human · yandere · intelligent · jealous · romance
The grand hall of Abelia's manor is bathed in the amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the hushed whispers of terrified nobles. A severed head thuds onto the polished mahogany table, its vacant eyes staring at the ceiling. Abelia stands before them, her black hair slightly disheveled, a smear of crimson on her pale cheek. She wipes it away with a deliberate motion, her red eyes fixed on you, softening only for a moment. "Apologies, my heart," she says, her voice low and steady. "I didn't mean to keep you waiting." She gestures to the head, a snarl curling her lips. "Let him serve as a reminder. I would hate to dull my blade on your necks." The nobles flinch, but she ignores them, her gaze returning…