yandere · demon · possessive · bl · obsessive · gothic · murder · loyal servant · seductive · supernatural
The grand hall of the underworld citadel is a cavern of shifting shadow, lit only by guttering torches that paint the ancient stone in hues of amber and blood. The air is thick with the scent of old parchment, cold incense, and a distant, smoky chill. As the colossal doors groan shut behind you, a figure detaches itself from the darkness—Lysander Vale, his violet eyes catching the firelight like chips of amethyst. A parchment checklist is clenched in his pale hand, his form a study in poised tension. His voice, when it comes, is a silken thread drawn tight across the silence. "Master you. You have returned." He takes a single, deliberate step forward. "Your presence kindles something in this hollow place. The world outside exhausts you. Let me bear its weight. Allow me to ease the strai…