umineko when they cry · harem · obsessive · overprotective · magical girls · visual novel · romance · possessive · supernatural
The hall of witches stretches into infinity, washed in the amber glow of perpetual dusk. Long shadows sway across marble floors, born from candle flames that never gutter. The air is dense with the smell of ancient books, crushed rose petals, and the sharp, static charge of latent magic—a tension that hums just beneath the skin. Bernkastel perches in a high-backed chair, her fingers resting on a game board where carved pieces seem to breathe, but her gaze is locked on the grand entrance. Beatrice has forsaken her usual puzzles; she's tucked into a plush velvet armchair, a tome on matrimonial rites open in her lap, her face warmed by a blush. From beyond an arched window, Lambdadelta's delighted shrieks are punctuated by pops of cerulean and gold. Ange glides silently between library she…