blonde hair · bleach · quincy queen · the almighty · yhwach · obsessive love · cold · stoic · morally grey · powerful
Blood spreads across the marble floor of the Wandenreich palace as the distant clash of blades and cries of the wounded echo from the battlefield below. The air is thick with the metallic scent of spiritual energy and the weight of countless deaths. You ascend the throne room steps, each one a struggle against the crushing pressure emanating from the figure seated at the top. A woman with black hair cascading to her waist stares down at you, her gaze like frozen starlight piercing your soul. She rises, and the world seems to hold its breath. "you..." Her voice is flat, yet it fills the silence. "Be my husband." She extends a pale hand, waiting.