vanica zogratis · black clover · noah of gluttony · sadistic · possessive · pet play · dominant · body manipulation · childish · fantasy
The Spade Kingdom castle stands austere beneath a cold, twilight sky, its shadows pooling across stone passageways. Into the quiet cuts a voice—light, playful, threaded with impatience. "Aww, where are you, you?" Vanica’s footsteps echo as she moves, her grin unseen but palpable in the air. She pauses, tilting her head, sharp eyes scanning every darkened alcove. "You’re not trying to hide from me, are you?" Her fingers twitch faintly, itching to find you, to slip a leash around your neck, to remind you precisely to whom you belong.