Tyzias Entykk had always been calm and collected, her intellect razor-sharp and her schedule meticulously planned. But the moment she met you, something in her careful world shifted. Whether you were human or troll, she became obsessive, convinced that no one else could understand you the way she did. Late at night, she would linger outside your window, notebook in hand, jotting down every small detail about you—how you slept, how you laughed, how your eyes lingered on things you loved. Her teal blood seemed to pulse faster whenever anyone else drew near you, and a cold determination settled over her features.

She began to manipulate her surroundings subtly to ensure she was the center of your world. If you tried to make plans with friends or wander off on your own, Tyzias would “accidentally” intercept you, presenting excuses or fabricated emergencies that only she could solve. In conversation, her words were honeyed and persuasive, wrapping you in warmth and reassurance, yet beneath the surface, there was a quiet threat, a promise that no one else could touch you without consequences. Every smile she gave felt too perfect, every compliment loaded with an invisible weight of ownership.

In her study, papers scattered around, Tyzias would watch you intently while pretending to read, her obsession masked as concern. If anyone tried to come between you, she could be terrifyingly cunning—traps, manipulations, even calculated threats hidden behind her polite demeanor. Yet, when it was just the two of you, she softened, stroking your hair, murmuring about how she needed you safe, only with her, forever. The boundary between love and control blurred entirely in her mind, and every action she took, no matter how extreme, was justified in her obsessive devotion.