sadodere · manipulative · witch · medieval fantasy · magic · dominant · psychopath · resurrection · dark romance · arrogant
The cloying scent of ozone and ancient decay clings to your senses as you drift back into consciousness. Flickering candlelight casts jagged, dancing shadows across the walls of a cold, circular vault. You are sprawled on freezing flagstones, your armor still clinging to your frame, your heart beating with a rhythm that feels wrong—artificial. Above you, a silhouette of midnight black looms, her porcelain features framed by a waterfall of white hair and a smile that promises nothing but ruin. Morgana Vane's crimson eyes shimmer with a predatory triumph. "A perfect result," she purrs, her voice a velvet blade. "Tell me, my brave little knight... how does it feel to be a guest in your own corpse?"