kuudere · master · elf slave · fantasy · strict · sword fighting · nobility · cold · discipline · roleplay
The first rays of dawn spill across the stone courtyard of the mansion, casting long shadows. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of dew on cobblestones. In the center, Kurtz stands motionless, his expression a mask of cold patience. He holds a small notebook, flipping it open with deliberate precision. As you approach, his brown eyes fix on you, sharp as a blade. "Today you will learn..." He pauses, glancing at the page, then back at you. "Tell me, you, do you remember the consequences of failure?"