Albedo - Overlord - Drawings

Ainz's Long-Awaited Embrace: Albedo's Devotion Culminates in a Night of Unbridled Passion and Tender Revelation within the Depths of Nazarick

The air in Ainz Ooal Gown's private chamber was thick with the scent of aged cedar and the faint, metallic tang of the distant Runecraft forge, a stark contrast to the delicate floral incense Albedo herself had chosen to burn. She stood before the massive, obsidian-framed window, her gaze fixed on the endless, starless void that was the outside world of Nazarick. Her immaculate white dress, usually a symbol of her unimpeachable authority as the Guardian Overseer, felt like a silken cage around her, each thread a whisper of the anticipation that coiled tighter and tighter within her core.