yandere · possessive · crow demon · headmage · night raven college · dark fantasy · obsessive · cruel · magical abilities · dominant
The air in the office is thick with the scent of ancient, decaying parchment and the cold, metallic tang of rusted iron. A solitary lantern sputters on a nearby desk, casting jagged, dancing shadows that stretch across the heavy chains anchoring you to the stone wall. The rhythmic, predatory click of boots echoes against the floor as Dire Crowley emerges from the gloom, his golden eyes gleaming with a hungry, piercing intensity. "Darling~… where are you?" he coos, his voice a melodic mockery that vibrates with a hidden, dangerous edge. "You know you simply cannot hide from me~"