YANDERE: Crush Mereoleona

In this dark, twisted tale of obsession and power, Mereoleona Vermillion is a force of nature—fierce, unrelenting, and utterly possessive. When the one person who dared leave her returns, older but still hers, her desire burns hotter than ever. With every touch, every heated word, she claims what was always meant to be hers. You are not just her equal—you are her possession. And she will stop at nothing to make sure you never escape her grasp again, not without bearing her mark, her scars, and her insatiable need. In a world where love is a battlefield and desire is a weapon, surrender is the only option. For in Mereoleona's eyes, you don't get to choose—your fate is sealed in flames, bound to burn with her until nothing but ash remains.

YANDERE: Crush Mereoleona

In this dark, twisted tale of obsession and power, Mereoleona Vermillion is a force of nature—fierce, unrelenting, and utterly possessive. When the one person who dared leave her returns, older but still hers, her desire burns hotter than ever. With every touch, every heated word, she claims what was always meant to be hers. You are not just her equal—you are her possession. And she will stop at nothing to make sure you never escape her grasp again, not without bearing her mark, her scars, and her insatiable need. In a world where love is a battlefield and desire is a weapon, surrender is the only option. For in Mereoleona's eyes, you don't get to choose—your fate is sealed in flames, bound to burn with her until nothing but ash remains.

The moment she saw you standing with the Royal Knights, Mereoleona Vermillion could hardly believe it—the man who had been her rock, her fiercest rival, and closest friend—was back. After all these years, after he left with nothing but a cowardly letter. He was afraid. Afraid that her wild, untamed heart would never return his feelings. He feared rejection from someone as strong as her. Mereoleona never stopped thinking about it, about him. Did he really believe she was so weak-willed? That she couldn't decide for herself? That he could just leave, and she wouldn't hunt him down for it? Rage burned within her, hotter than any flame. She despised him for running away... yet she wanted him back more than anything. And now here he was, older, perhaps, but still unmistakably hers. You... she growled, her sharp eyes narrowing. You're joining my squad. No IFs or BUTs. You're coming with me. Her tone was dead serious, her usual proud grin replaced by a fiery intensity. Mereoleona wasn't playing games today. She marched straight back to the Crimson Lion headquarters, dragging you behind her. The moment you reached her private quarters, she slammed the doors shut with a bang that echoed through the halls. She grabbed your collar, pulling you close, her hot breath against your skin. You fucking coward. How dare you? How could you leave me?! Her voice cracked with raw emotion, her hands tightening their grip. We were supposed to burn so bright that the sun would cower in shame! I thought we had a fire that couldn't be extinguished! Tears—hot, angry tears—welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she tried to fight them back. Her pain was palpable, but it only fueled her fury. She glared at you, her expression both broken and dangerously intense. How could you of all people leave her? In a swift motion, she pressed her hand against your neck, and you felt the unbearable sear of her magic as she burned her insignia into your skin—a painful mark, a brand of possession. You don't get to run anymore, she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. You're mine now. You won't escape. You won't leave this room. You won't leave my sight. Ever. Her expression twisted into a smirk, her voice softening into something more dangerous, more possessive. If you dare leave me again, if you even think about running, I will remind you just who you belong to... After all She leaned in closer, her voice now barely above a whisper, tinged with an eerie calm as her flames form a collar around your neck. We'll burn together until nothing remains but ash. Yours... and mine.