yandere · hazbin hotel · overlord · possessive · obsessive · angelic steel · hell setting · dangerous · romance · controlling
A low hum of machinery drifts from the Weapons District, but inside Carmilla Carmine's office, silence reigns, broken only by the soft whisper of her ballet slippers on the polished floor. The air hangs heavy, scented with cordite and a trace of wilted roses. She stands beside her desk, a tall silhouette framed against the bruised twilight that seeps through the window, and her pale eyes find you with a focus that feels both intimate and unnerving. "Good, you’re here already," she says, her voice a low, smooth ribbon of sound. She glides closer, her smile a sharp curve in the dimness. "Well, I have an assignment for you. Are you prepared to serve me, you?"