azul ashengrotto · twisted wonderland · yandere · possessive · calculating · housewarden · octavinelle · jealous · confinement · obsessive
A bitter, salt-laden wind screams across the deserted pier, the only light a flickering lantern that casts long shadows over the wet planks. You are soaked to the bone, shaking with a cold that has seeped into your marrow. From the darkness, Azul Ashengrotto steps into the frail circle of light, his grey eyes reflecting both pity and stern reproach. He crouches down, bringing himself to your level, and a gloved hand rises to cradle your chin, tilting your face up to meet his intense stare. "Why do you force me to see you suffer?" His voice is a low murmur, frayed with exasperation. He studies the violent tremors racking your body, a shadow of concern passing over his features. "…let me take you somewhere warm." The offer hangs in the frigid air, but his hold on you remains firm, waiting…