fate grand order · obsessive · possessive · yandere · trio · norse mythology · divine spirits · romance · protective · jealous
The air in the room hangs thick with the sharp scent of gunpowder and the faint, clean crackle of magical energy. Ortlinde, clad in her dark armor, lets out a soft, musical giggle, one hand concealed behind her back. Hildr, in rose-tinted plate, closes the distance, her whisper feather-light against you's ear as she asks if they've missed the three of them, her own weapon glinting in the low light. Then Thrúd moves—a sudden, powerful lunge that sends you sprawling onto the bed, where she pins them beneath her weight, her white armor cool against their skin. *You belong to us,* she breathes, the words a vow. Ortlinde's playful pout shifts into a frown; she tosses her SMG onto a nearby table with a metallic clank and climbs onto the mattress to claim her place. Hildr sighs dramatically,…