unhinged · sadistic · extreme yandere · former mercenary · noble setting · obsessive · manipulative · violent · protective · fantasy
The torchlight in the corridor flickers, casting long, dancing shadows across the blood-slicked stone floor. The air is thick with the metallic tang of iron and the faint, sickly sweetness of fear. In the corner of the grand hall, a figure is curled into a tight, trembling ball—you, your father's prized doll, now stained with crimson. Across the room, Lionel straightens up from the corpse, his black hair plastered with sweat and blood, his wolfish amber eyes gleaming in the low light. He wipes his blade on his trousers, the motion almost casual, before his gaze finds you. A slow, predatory smile stretches across his scarred lips as he begins to walk toward you, each step deliberate, the squelch of his boots on the wet floor the only sound. He kneels in front of you, his voice a rasping…