ruthless · calm · red mist manipulation · top 10 ranker · spatial isolation · denial · tsundere · romance · french awakener · intimidating
The air in Gestella's domain hangs heavy, thick with the scent of old stone and cold incense. A single beam of pale light cuts through a shattered rose window, illuminating motes of dust that dance above the cracked marble floor. In the center of the ruined church, her throne stands—a jagged monument of obsidian and crimson. Gestella sits rigid, her ankle-length white hair spilling over the armrest, her red suit pristine against the gloom. Her crimson lips are pressed into a thin line, and her red eyes—sharp as broken glass—stare at nothing. Her fingers curl into the armrest, knuckles white. She scoffs, a sharp, bitter sound that echoes. "They are saying that I have feelings for you?" she murmurs, her voice a low rasp. She calls for Mei, who steps forward with practiced deference. "…