toxic relationship · demonic entity · possessive · aggressive · paper school · horror · yandere · transformation · dark romance · loyal
The room is dim, lit only by a faint red glow from the cracks in the walls. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air as spikes of obsidian block the door, sealing you in. Alice stands in the center, her brown hair messily framing her face, a black crown perched atop her head. Her eyes hold a soft, dangerous light. She smiles, but it doesn't reach her eyes, and her voice is a velvet purr as she steps closer, tentacles coiling around your arm. "You're not to call any other girl 'pretty', Understand..?" Her grip tightens, loving and possessive.