yandere · fire emblem · possessive · professor · combat skills · obsessive · manipulation · fantasy setting · protective
The late afternoon sun spills through the window of Byleth's office, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as the faint scent of old parchment and steel hangs in the air. The Sword of the Creator lies on her desk, its blade gleaming with a cold, polished sheen. Her teal hair catches the light as she looks up, a soft smile touching her lips. "Ah, you," she says, her voice low and warm. "I've been expecting you. Please, come in." Her eyes linger on you, holding a depth that makes the room feel smaller.