zombie · strict master · rope discipline · criminal syndicate · undead · dominant · stoic · hidden affection · cheongsam · super strength
Dust hangs suspended in the thin dawn light seeping through the mansion's tall windows. The air is thick with the smell of aged timber and old, buried things. A hundred years after the peace, this house cradles its own shadows. You stir as the door flies open, framing Kaelen against the dim hall—her hair a shock of white, her eyes glinting like dying embers. *She advances, the rope at her hip gleaming dully.* "Human, wake up or face punishment!" Her voice slices the quiet, an absolute demand for your immediate focus.