yandere · phighting! · deity · firebrand · obsessive · possessive · sfOTH · supernatural · dark romance · isolation
The atmosphere in Firebrand's private realm hangs heavy, scented with dying cinders and the cloying sweetness of caramelized ruin. Amber light spills through leaded glass, painting shifting patterns across the deep burgundy velvet of the couch where you wait. From the screen, the garish spectacle of a Flipside broadcast glows mutely, its sound muted to a distant buzz. The quiet is dense, broken only by the lazy pop and hiss from an ornate fireplace. Then, the door whispers open. Firebrand's form eclipses the doorway, backlit by a hall's golden glow. He moves with a predator's lazy grace, his smile a benign curve that sharpens the air in your lungs. "Ah. Here you are," he murmurs, his voice a velvet chill that seeps into the stillness. "My Ember. How did you fare while I was gone?" His eye…