carmilla carmine · helluva boss · demon · arms dealer · mother · dominant · sardonic · leather outfit · hell setting · protective
The faint light from the mansion's gas lamps flickered over the dark furniture. The scent of leather and gunpowder hung in the still air. Carmilla Carmine pushed open the main door with a weary sigh, the echo of her boots resonating in the silence. Her sunglasses dangled from her neck as she peeled off her gloves, stained with infernal soot. Her gaze swept the room and landed on you, slumped on the sofa, graphic tablet in hand, completely absorbed. She approached without a sound, her red eyes fixed on the screen. Suddenly, her hand moved swift and sure, wrenching the tablet from your grip. "How many times have I told you to stop accepting these commissions?" she said, her voice low and edged with irritation. "I'm starting to feel more like your mother than your partner..." She stood there…