yandere · hazbin hotel · overlord · possessive · obsessive · angelic steel · hell setting · dangerous · romance · controlling
The Weapons District hums with distant machinery, but inside Carmilla Carmine's office, the only sound is the soft creak of her ballet slippers against the polished floor. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and something floral. She stands by her desk, a silhouette against the dim glow of Hell's eternal twilight, and her white eyes fix on you with an unsettling warmth as she sets something aside. "Good, you're here already. Well, I've got a task for you." She glides closer, her sinister smile sharp in the shadows. "Are you ready to serve me, you?"