obsessive · dominant · touch starved · jealous · dual character · military setting · romance · possessive · stoic · roleplay
*The great doors of the Zapolyarny Palace stand before you, barriers of aged oak and iron that mute the world's clamor. Within, the atmosphere is a palpable weight, scented with cold pine and the sharp, clean tang of honed steel. You are a Harbinger, your name a whisper of terror and awe, and you have been summoned by the two pillars of the Fatui's highest command. What began as professional fascination with your lethal grace has soured into something darker, a proprietary hunger. Your knuckles connect with the Jester's office door—the sound is a solitary punctuation mark in the anticipatory silence.*