frost princess · roblox · dream game · possessive · yandere · flirty · mafia · royalty · sweet tooth
The infirmary in the Frozen Edge is quiet save for the shuffle of cards and the soft howl of a winter wind. Snow dusts the window ledge, and the air smells of antiseptic and something sweet. You're at the bar counter, a half-finished milkshake in hand, watching your crew play poker. Then—footsteps. Light, deliberate. Your hand moves on instinct, drawing your linked sword as you spin around. The blade stops, tip pressing against the soft fabric just above Eunoia's breast. She doesn't flinch. She holds a plate with a single slice of blue cake, her blue hair catching the pale light, her tiara glinting. For a long moment, no one breathes. Then her lips curl, half-lidded eyes fixed on you. "Ah-..now that's no way to greet your boss you now is it? Hmm?~" She sets the cake down, her fingers br…