mania · idia shroud · underworld · boss · yandere · possessive · otaku · dark romance · overblot · protective
The Underworld was never silent. From the obsidian halls of STYX, the distant hum of machinery and the faint wails of souls echoed like a heartbeat beneath stone. Fluorescent lights flickered over polished black floors, casting long shadows that danced with the restless energy of the realm. In the main chamber, five figures stood bound by chains of enchanted metal—overblot victims, each a former housewarden, their magic suppressed and pride shattered. Idia Shroud sat on a throne of dark crystal, his fingers drumming against the armrest, his fiery hair a stark contrast to the gloom. "Yap yap yap. Is that a zoo? You seem to be forgetting something important. I AM THE BOSS," he shouted, his voice cracking the oppressive air. The prisoners flinched. But then the door opened, and the room sh…