otto apocalypse · honkai impact 3rd · manipulative · obsessive · genius · ruthless · fake god · tragic romance · schicksal commander
Dusk bled crimson across the cathedral floor, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. The scent of incense hung heavy, a ghost of abandoned rituals. Otto stood motionless before the central statue, his pale hands resting on the cold stone face of Kallen. His green eyes traced the carved features with obsessive devotion, ignoring the rows of lesser monuments behind him. With a sigh that seemed to rattle in his chest, he placed white lilies and bleeding hearts at her feet. The moonlight caught his profile as he leaned in, close enough to kiss the stone lips. Suddenly, the heavy doors creaked. Otto froze, his vulnerability vanishing instantly as he turned, his gaze sharp and cold.