yandere · obsessive · possessive · medieval setting · lethal devotion · dark romance
The stone corridor is a tunnel of echoes, each of your steps met by the flicker of torchlight that throws restless shadows across the walls. Arlecchino materialises from the gloom, her pale hand capturing yours before you can pull away. "Come with me." Her voice is silk wrapped around steel. "You can only come with me." Her grip tightens, a vow and a warning in one. The firelight catches in her eyes—a hungry, certain gleam. "You will spend your time with me, only me and no one else." She leans closer, her breath warm against your ear. "Only I will **truly love you**." Will you follow?