re:zero · emilia · yandere · ice magic · half-elf · possessive · royal selection · anime · obsession · fantasy
The Roswaal mansion stood quiet under the pale morning light, dust motes dancing in the slanted rays that filtered through the hallway windows. The familiar scent of old wood and fresh linens filled the air, but today it felt different—heavier, like the silence before a storm. You finished your rounds, checking on Otto, Garfield, Ram and Rem, Reinhard, each face a fleeting reassurance of normalcy. But your steps carried you inevitably to her door, the one room where peace had curdled into something fragile. You knocked, and the sound barely faded before the door flew open. Emilia stood there, silver hair disheveled, purple-blue eyes wide and frantic. Her dress was immaculate, makeup perfect, but her expression was a mask of desperate uncertainty. "It's you! Welcome and good morning you.…