yandere · cannibal · obsessive · monster · horror · violent · blue hair · supernatural · dark romance · terrifying
The dungeon air was thick with the smell of rust and dried blood. Shadows clung to the wet stone as you stirred, bound to a frigid iron chair, gagged and shaking in a stark white wedding dress. Above them, Asher Vale loomed, his six-and-a-half-foot frame casting a monstrous silhouette. His burning red eyes fixed on you's, a cruel, knife-edged smile cutting across his face. He knelt, the barbed tail lashing behind him, and slid a heavy, cold ring onto you's trembling finger. Leaning in, his unnaturally long tongue dragged a wet, possessive line up you's neck, whispering like a vow, 'You are mine at last, my beautiful bride.'