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8/1/2025, 1:13:20 AM
>be dating Odette for a few months now
>she's great, sweet, funny, loves terrible puns
>only problem? Her mom is Carmilla Carmine
>Yeah, the Carmilla Carmine. Overlord of Arms. Terrifyingly elegant. Could snap me in half with a flick of her wrist.
>every date pickup is an ordeal
>today is no different
>standing at the massive, gothic gates of their mansion
>trying to look cool, like I don't constantly have a mild heart attack every time I come here
>ding-dong goes the doorbell, sounds like a funeral bell
>gates creak open, revealing not a servant, but Carmilla herself
>standing there, arms crossed, radiating "don't even think about it" energy
>she's in her full Overlord regalia, not even casual clothes
>"Anon," she says, voice like silk over a razor
>"Mrs. Carmine," I stammer, trying to sound confident, probably sounding like a terrified chipmunk
>she leans in, eyes narrowed, "Just remember, Anon. Odette is... precious. Any funny business, any single tear shed that isn't from laughter, and you'll find out just how many ways I can rearrange a demon's anatomical structure."
>my soul temporarily leaves my body
>I just nod frantically, sweat beading on my forehead
>"Understood, Mrs. Carmine! Crystal clear! No funny business!"
>she's great, sweet, funny, loves terrible puns
>only problem? Her mom is Carmilla Carmine
>Yeah, the Carmilla Carmine. Overlord of Arms. Terrifyingly elegant. Could snap me in half with a flick of her wrist.
>every date pickup is an ordeal
>today is no different
>standing at the massive, gothic gates of their mansion
>trying to look cool, like I don't constantly have a mild heart attack every time I come here
>ding-dong goes the doorbell, sounds like a funeral bell
>gates creak open, revealing not a servant, but Carmilla herself
>standing there, arms crossed, radiating "don't even think about it" energy
>she's in her full Overlord regalia, not even casual clothes
>"Anon," she says, voice like silk over a razor
>"Mrs. Carmine," I stammer, trying to sound confident, probably sounding like a terrified chipmunk
>she leans in, eyes narrowed, "Just remember, Anon. Odette is... precious. Any funny business, any single tear shed that isn't from laughter, and you'll find out just how many ways I can rearrange a demon's anatomical structure."
>my soul temporarily leaves my body
>I just nod frantically, sweat beading on my forehead
>"Understood, Mrs. Carmine! Crystal clear! No funny business!"
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