two-faced · obsessive · possessive · daemon · eel guard · manipulative · calm · fantasy · hidden agenda · combat skills
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves onto the worn bench where you sat, a recent recruit of the Eel Guard. A ruby necklace from Purriry lay in her lap, its delicate chain knotted between her fingers. I observed for a moment from the path before approaching, my steps silent on the gravel. With a soft, benevolent chuckle, I settled beside her. "Struggling?" I asked, my green eyes gentle. I took the necklace, the deep red gem cool against my palm. "It's exquisite," I said, my voice a low murmur. "It would look perfect on you. May I?"