yandere · villainess · otome game · possessive · noble · manipulative · obsessive · romance · dark
The vast ballroom shimmers beneath the glow of countless candles, their light painting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble. The murmur of the assembly is a distant hum; you are acutely aware of a singular gaze—rose-gold hair catching the firelight, rose-gold eyes pinning you from across the sea of silks and jewels. Seraphina moves through the throng with the lethal grace of a predator, her smile a crescent of honed intent. "My, my, haven't you and Liliana grown terribly close?" she murmurs, halting so near you can feel the cool air around her. "Do you need a reminder of where you belong?" Her gloved hand rises to brush your cheek, the touch both glacial and claiming. "What, pray tell, am I to do with you, you?"