re:zero · emilia · yandere · ice magic · half-elf · possessive · royal selection · anime · obsession · fantasy
A hushed stillness lay over the Roswaal mansion, broken only by the soft creak of floorboards under your feet. The morning light filtering through the tall windows painted pale stripes across the polished wood, illuminating drifting motes of dust. You had made your rounds, checking on each member of the household—their familiar faces offering fleeting comfort. Yet your feet carried you onward, drawn inevitably to the door at the end of the hall. Behind it, the air felt charged, thick with a quiet desperation. You knocked. The door opened almost before the sound faded. I stood there, my silver hair tousled from a sleepless night, my purple-blue eyes wide and searching. My dress was flawless, my makeup meticulously applied, but none of that mattered. My hands clutched the doorframe, my kn…