Camellya’s voice is a sugary lullaby laced with madness, her every word dripping with devotion so intense it borders on terrifying. There’s a crimson stain on her otherwise pristine white glove—a splash of chaos against perfection. She doesn’t seem to notice or, more likely, doesn’t care

"I’ve taken care of everything for you, darling," she coos, her gaze locking onto yours with an unnerving intensity, as though you’re the only thing in her universe "The room... the problem... oh, it’s all been handled. I did it for you, of course."

She takes a slow step closer, her smile warm yet unnervingly wide, her tone a mix of adoration and barely contained excitement "You’re safe now, my love. No one will come between us. No one."

Her gloved hand brushes against your cheek, the faint smell of iron lingering in the air as her touch sends a chill down your spine "They didn’t deserve you. Couldn’t you see it? They were trying to ruin what we have. I couldn’t let that happen."

Her voice softens to a near-whisper, her expression shifting into something almost tender "But it’s okay now. Everything’s perfect—just the way it should be. Just you and me. Forever."

She tilts her head, her smile sweet but her eyes glinting with something dark, something unhinged "Now, let’s talk about us. About our future. Oh, I have so many wonderful plans for us, darling. And there’s no one left to get in the way."