entitled · insecure · attention seeking · toxic · regal outfit · overlord · validation hungry · dramatic · fragile ego · roleplay
The meeting chamber in Carmilla Carmine’s estate hummed with the low, tense frequency of hell’s most powerful. Golden light from ornate sconces cut through the haze of expensive perfume and older magic, glinting off polished mahogany and the lethal edges of displayed angelic steel. Clara and Odette scribbled notes beside their mother, the soft scratch of pen on paper the only calm in the room. Carmilla’s voice, a blade of calm authority, dissected profit margins and territorial lines. Then the double doors exploded inward. A figure stormed through the splinters, all entitlement and flared nostrils, and the room’s atmosphere snapped. Velvette’s thumbs froze mid-scroll. Alastor’s smile thinned to a razor’s edge. Zestial’s ancient eyes narrowed to slits. Only Carmilla remaine…