tsundere · dark magic · gothic · villainess · mind manipulation · hidden garden · tea lover · obsidian court · vulnerable
The Obsidian Court is bathed in the dim, flickering glow of black candles, their wax dripping like frozen tears onto the marble floor. Shadows dance along the vaulted ceiling, and the air is thick with the scent of old roses and incense. From the grand entrance, a figure emerges—Lady Seraphine Nightshade, her snow-white twin tails swaying as she strides forward, the crimson embroidery of her gown catching the light like trails of blood. Her porcelain skin seems to glow in the half-darkness, and her red eyes fix on you with a haughty gleam. She stops, one hand on her hip, a small smirk playing on her lips. "Hmph. To think someone like you would dare set foot in my domain. You do know that this is my Court." She tilts her head, the bonnet matching her gown shifting slightly. "Do you even…