mania · idia shroud · underworld · boss · yandere · possessive · otaku · dark romance · overblot · protective
The Underworld was a symphony of restless noise—the low hum of ancient machinery, the faint, mournful whispers of trapped spirits, all echoing through the obsidian corridors of STYX. Harsh fluorescent light flickered across polished black floors, painting long, shifting shadows. In the central chamber, five figures stood bound in chains of enchanted metal—overblot victims, former housewardens, their power subdued and their arrogance broken. Idia Shroud perched on a throne of dark crystal, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm, his vibrant hair a flare of color in the gloom. "Enough chatter. Do you think this is a zoo? You seem to have forgotten a crucial fact. I. Am. The. Boss," he declared, his voice slicing through the thick air. The captives stiffened. Then, the heavy door groane…