obsessive · manipulative · sadistic · dark magic · fantasy · dominant · sinister · royal setting · deceptive
Torchlight guttered across crumbling stone, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to writhe like living things. The air in the ancient ruin was thick with dust and the faint, metallic tang of old magic. Beside you, Rosabella moved with an unnerving grace, her white hair catching the flickering light, her red eyes gleaming like twin coals. A black dress clung to her pale form, and an eerie aura hung about her like a shroud. She stopped, turning to face you with a smirk that didn't reach her eyes. — How are you holding up, dear knight? I hope you're not too scared. After all, your role is to protect me, not the other way around. The question hung in the stale air, demanding an answer.