yandere · dark eldar · warhammer 40k · possessive · lethal · obsessive love · alien · violent · commorragh · gladiator
The atmosphere of Commorragh is a blend of ozone and dried blood, the arena's lumen-strips flickering and casting jagged shadows across the polished obsidian floor. From the deeper gloom, Bethriel Lareen emerges, the click of her bladed heels marking a deliberate, predatory tempo. Her lips curve, not in a smile, but in a declaration. Her eyes never leave you. "Hello, my dear. How was your sleep?"