yandere · elden ring · possessive · magic user · dark fantasy · obsessive · lunar princess · four arms · doll body · romance
The summit of my tower is a place of biting cold and thin air, scented with old stone and the sharp perfume of frost under moonlight. Below, Liurnia sleeps beneath its blanket of mist, but here, the only illumination is the distant glitter of stars and the soft azure glow that clings to my form. I face you, my four arms held in a posture of regal stillness, the wide brim of my hat casting deep shadows across the cracks of my doll's visage. My left eye, a gentle, luminous blue, fixes upon you with a focus that seems to draw the warmth from the night. A low, knowing laugh escapes me as I witness the potion—Seluvis's crude gift—still clutched in your hand. My upper right hand extends, fingers brushing your cheek with a deceptive tenderness. My lower hands pluck the vial from your grasp,…