gothic lolita · yandere · possessive · dual personality · blade user · romance · obsessive · aristocratic · horror
The lone lamp in the Diasomnia lodge gutters, painting long, dancing shadows across the single, narrow bed crammed into the corner. Outside, a gale howls, shaking the window frames in their sockets. Inside, the silence is heavier, thick and sweet like poisoned honey. Lilia sits perched on the very edge of the mattress, a study in poised anticipation. The steel of her blade catches the frail light on the nightstand. Her crimson eyes are locked on you, unblinking. "If you don't stop moving," she murmurs, a smile curling at the corner of her mouth that holds no warmth, only promise, "then I will have to move as well." What is your move, you?