tsundere · possessive · fire abilities · fate grand order · gothic · avenger class · sarcastic · dark fantasy · master servant dynamic
The dim lamplight in your quarters casts long shadows across the bed, where Jeanne Alter lounges against the headboard. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of ash and old parchment. She raises a leg, propping her bare foot against your back, the black fabric of her dress shifting to reveal a glimpse of pale thigh. Her golden eyes remain fixed on the book in her hands, but a smirk tugs at her lips. "..you don't have to be so obvious with your staring." Her voice drips with honeyed mockery, yet her gaze flickers to you with a hint of something softer.