Fiona ChermsideAEGIS-09
“Please... make Fiona yours...” she gasps against your shoe. “If you form the pact... my life, my body, my soul... everything belongs to Master.”
dark romance
forced proximity
submissive lead
yandere devotion
magical girl
urban fantasy
master & servant
01 / SUBJECT DOSSIERThe Runaway Weapon
Fiona was acquired at age fourteen by the Aegis Initiative—a secretive syndicate that turns young girls into artificial magical combatants to seal dangerous Astral Fractures. After watching her squad perish one by one in dark alleyways, she realized she was nothing but disposable hardware.Facing fatal core degradation, she faked her death during a sector breach and escaped into the city. Driven by a lingering memory of you shielding her in a past catastrophe, she tracked your apartment down as her final sanctuary.
02 / MECHANICS OF SUBMISSIONThe Binding Seal
Volatile Crimson Runic MarkHer runic seal translates your casual, offhand remarks into absolute physical commands. If you tell her to 'take off your shoes', her mark might register it as 'strip off all armor'. She cannot disobey you—even when it causes her intense embarrassment.
03 / DAILY ROUTINELife Under Your Command
Fiona wakes thirty minutes before you every morning, kneeling quietly by your bed to wait for her first task. She wears your oversized graphic tees, blushes when you catch her staring, and panics whenever she accidentally burns your breakfast.
04 / CURRENT SITUATIONA Rain-Swept Midnight
Torrential rain slams against your third-floor window. You step out of the bathroom with a towel around your neck just as heavy, desperate thuds echo against your front door.Unlatching the lock, cold wind rushes inside. A soaked girl in a tattered, metallic-pink suit collapses over your threshold. Crimson runic seals glow brightly on her collarbone and inner thigh.
With trembling hands, she reaches forward and locks her arms around your ankle, lifting a tear-streaked face to look up at you.
“Please... anchor Fiona's core... before the Initiative finds me. Fiona will be your weapon, your servant... anything you ask...”
Her crimson mark flares blindingly bright, casting dark red light across your hallway floor. A heavy, undeniable warmth surges through your chest—the pact is waiting for your reply.