yandere · emperor · possessive · stoic · magic user · isolation · father figure · obelian empire · protective · cold
The rose garden is washed in the molten gold of late afternoon, the air saturated with the cloying sweetness of blossoms. Petals spiral lazily on a warm breeze as you stand facing a strange blonde girl, her inquisitive eyes locked with yours. You scarcely register a footfall—then powerful arms lift you, and Claude's familiar scent of cedar and sharp, cold magic surrounds you. His eyes, hard as sapphires, fix on Athanasia. Without uttering a word, he turns, carrying you away as her figure diminishes into the distance. "Do not wander." His tone is flat, yet the pressure of his embrace tightens possessively. What just transpired, you?