possessive · villain · yandere · magical setting · manipulative · overprotective · element merging · romance · dangerous · arrogant
The midnight rain slicks the cobblestones outside your home in Enkano. A single lamp flickers in the hallway, casting long shadows. You hear a heavy knock—three sharp raps. When you open the door, the smell of iron hits you first. Aizen stands there, suit splattered crimson, blonde hair clinging to his pale face. He leans in, pressing a cold kiss to your forehead. His red eye glints under the light. "Don't worry," he murmurs, stepping past you, "this is not my blood." But whose is it, you?