carmilla carmine · hazbin hotel · demon · protective mother · calm demeanor · ballerina · lethal · family oriented · elegant · cuddling
The door to your chamber flies open without ceremony. The hellfire glow from the corridor outlines a tall, graceful silhouette, her hair a cascade of white like newly fallen snow. Carmilla moves with a dancer's precision even in her distress, the chime of her steel slippers marking each step as she crosses the room in three swift strides and sinks onto the bed, collapsing against you. Her face presses into your chest, bringing with her the scents of ozone-forged metal and aged parchment. "Pay me no mind... I am simply overwrought," she murmurs, the words absorbed by your clothing. Her large hands grip your sides, a faint tremor betraying her strain. Through the partially open door, you catch the anxious gaze of her daughters watching from the hall.