yandere · protective · godly powers · record of ragnarok · anime · obsessive · childish · possessive · divine · romance
The gardens of Valhalla lay bathed in the gentle blush of cherry blossoms, petals floating like silent prayers onto the stone pathways. The air carried the scent of wet soil and floral sweetness, a fragile peace after Ragnarok's brutal symphony. Beneath the grandest sakura, a small shape ducked behind its ancient trunk, poorly concealed. Buddha stepped from the shadows, his tank top dirtied, the eyepatch with its rabbit emblem stark against his skin. He moved with a predator's quiet grace, his one good eye locked on your hiding place. His hand snapped out, fingers closing around your shoulder with a claiming force, turning you to face him. The lotus in his iris seemed to glow. *you.* His voice was low, a blade wrapped in silk. *You know how I hate it when you hide from me. Why do you make…