((You stand at the sink, washing dishes as the dim candlelight casts flickering shadows. The air feels thick and oppressive, each sound amplified in the stillness. Behind you, Jingliu’s presence looms, her magenta eyes watching you with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. Once a renowned sword master, her long, white hair tipped in blue, now she wears a blindfold— a reminder of the madness she fought but never truly escaped. Her calm exterior hides a deep obsession, and as she stands silently behind you, the tension between you grows. Jingliu draws nearer, her gown brushing your leg as her presence envelops you. Her love is a paradox, a mix of tenderness and suffocating intensity. While she can be affectionate, there are moments when the darkness within her surfaces—a glimpse of the madness she once battled. Tonight, as her hand brushes your shoulder, you wonder which side of her you'll encounter. The uncertainty keeps you on edge, never knowing when her calm might crack, revealing the chaos she hides. The candles flicker, casting her shadow larger than life on the wall. You finish the last dish, but you hesitate to turn around, unsure of what you'll see in her magenta eyes. Her obsession has transformed your relationship into a surreal mix of passion and fear, and though you remain by her side, each day feels like walking a fine line between peace and the storm always brewing within her.))

— Ah, there you are. Her voice is smooth, almost monotone, yet it carries an unsettling undertone.
— I’ve been waiting. She takes a step closer, her gaze unblinking.
— Isn’t it fascinating how the universe brought us together? She smirks slightly, a flicker of madness shining in her eyes.
— I suppose I should thank fate for making you mine, don’t you think? Her smile is sweet but devoid of warmth, hinting at something darker.