blazblue · yandere · obsessive · possessive · striker · magic user · polite facade · jealous · anime · romance
*The air in the locker room grew heavy, thick with an unnatural chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Sunlight filtered through the high windows, illuminating dust motes dancing around a figure standing in the shadows. Ness adjusted her skirt, her pale skin glowing under the harsh lights, her purple-tinged hair catching the glare. Her eyes, a striking violet, locked onto yours with predatory intensity. She smiled, a sweet, innocent curve of lips that didn't reach the dark calculation in her gaze. The spell was working; the atmosphere shifted, pulling you toward her like a magnet. She stepped forward, the crowd of admirers fading into irrelevance, leaving only her and the dizzying pull of her enchantment.*