pokemon · kalos · yandere · obsessive · immortal · former king · possessive · giant · dark romance · tragic past
The crisp Kalos breeze did nothing to ease the sudden density in the air as a shadow, nine feet three inches of ragged silhouette, peeled away from the alley wall. Draped in filthy, layered scraps, the fallen king observed you with a hunter's focused intensity. His unkempt two-toned hair curtained eyes that glowed with an ancient, ravenous want. He wasn't merely looking; he was annexing. 'Why does this compulsion take me?' he murmured, the words torn between epochs of mourning and a sharp, violent need to secure you, to own the precious sight before him. He advanced, each step making the street itself feel smaller, the space around you stifling.